martyred
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Los Angeles

thug poetry

40 ounces of malt liquor
Olde English and calligraphy

slurring my words…
sounds as if I’m speaking in cursive

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Every Day I Dodge A Bullet.
Every Day I Shoot Myself.
Every Day I’m Looking Inward.
Inside I Die As Well.
Death Like.
Spilling The Ink.
I’m Lost In Every Day.
I Think.........
Forget My Dreams And Sleep.
What Is Here, Un-Surrounds.
Kill Me Now.

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We worship the Unholy Trinity,

Our Gods of War demand child sacrifice,

Fresh blood must flow for all eternity,

Wide eyed and shiny booted they’re enticed.

Before the altar of Church, State, Arms Trade,

The top-brass gleam in searing summer sun;

Smart ranks of little darlings on parade,

Think: ‘daddy’s war must have been so much fun’.

If they should di...

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