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Name: DeathsHalo
Location: take a guess and hope your right
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Thu, 27 Sep 2012

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
They could never understand

what u set out 2 do

instead they chose 2

ridicule u

when u got weak

they loved the sight

of your dimming

and flickering starlight

How could they understand what was so intricate

2 be loved by so many, so intimate

they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse

this way u could not alter the course

of ignorance that they have set

2 make my people forget

what they have done for much 2 long

2 just forget and carry on

I had loved u forever because of who u r

and now I mourn our fallen star

-2 pac

Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate.

Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate.

Today is built on tragedies which no one wants to face.

Nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced.

Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air.

Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares.

Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops,

knawing at my sanity, content when I'm dropped.

But tomorrow I see a change, a chance to build anew,

built on Spirit, intent of heart, and ideas based on truth.

Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong ideas of pride.

I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

-2 pac

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

-2 pac

who will cry for the little boy?

Lost and all alone.

Who will cry for the little boy?

Abandoned without his own?

Who will cry for the little boy?

He cried himself to sleep.

Who will cry for the little boy?

He never had for keeps.

Who will cry for the little boy?

He walked the burning sand

Who will cry for the little boy?

The boy inside the man.

Who will cry for the little boy?

Who knows well hurt and pain

Who will cry for the little boy?

He died again and again.

Who will cry for the little boy?

A good boy he tried to be

Who will cry for the little boy?

Who cries inside of me

-Antwone Fisher


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