Tupac, the Rose that Grew from Concrete

There he goes, that black rose, heart throbbing with
leaves full of holes
Feeding off the sweet hatred, shown to him,
Like stolen souls
Magnificent to life and its meanings, essential
To the youth and their feelings
A president in this generation, to the acts against wrong doing
An encouragement to progress, as well as justice pursuing
Grew right out of concrete, crooked to the side,
Towards the bright sun made of dreams
Weeds all around, but he overcame them, like
Addictions to crack fiends
A scratch there, a missing pedal here, but
Still a representation of the youth, without fear
Thug life to the end, with a heart full of pain,
Hopeless in his mind, with everything to fight for and gain
There he goes, that black rose, heart throbbing with
leaves full of holes
Feeding off the sweet hatred, shown to him,
Like stolen souls
Not indifferent to society, searching,
Trying to find a small trace of equality
Through concrete he rose, showing his strength,
Enough to cause you, to wonder or to think
A leader to some, and understandable to all,
But soon this black rose, was destined to fall
Demons he fought, and difficult challenges he faced,
Though he looked all around, he found no perfect place
And there he goes, that black rose, heart throbbing with
leaves full of holes
Feeding off the sweet hatred, shown to him,
Like stolen souls
Hopeless at heart, he prayed to God for a better life,
Asked for a better sun from which to receive light
He dreamed of a day, in which society was healthy and his people happy,
But he had asked for it so much that he got sick of asking
So his stem became weak, society and the media had broken it to the ground,
He laid there dead, in the shape of a frown
No faith left, the dreams in his so called sun were gone,
He had seen the truth in it as he died by the gun
Not the gun you think, but instead the lies that where told,
He was shot by society dead in his blood, so cold
So now they say:
There he is, that black rose, heartbeat less,
Dead and full of holes
Society had killed him, and left him there,
Without a care in the world
But I know hes alive, that black rose is near
A reason given to me, to never show fear
So beautiful indeed, a heavenly angel on earth,
He raised heaven, not hell, right from his birth
So when I see him I say:
There he goes, that beautiful black rose, heart throbbing with
leaves made of gold
Feeding off the sweet love, shown to him,
Like sun to a rose.