Pac wasn't the only person that saw rose grow from the concrete. Myself have seen a badly beaten rose grow from a broken concrete. That bleed beautiful black blood and cried bloodshot tears . As everyone stepped on its pedals it still grew to a beauty in this world. Eyes may lie as we see what's fine in front of ones eye. A shattered picture is only a chance to rewrite history from a dying soul and crying heart. Never questioning the acts of God works among each other we ask why? When the light is shined on a fallen angel as we pray for our old lost soul. A blinded eye can only see so much, running its mouth with their eyes closed.
