Ruthless and relentless self-attitude
Is a product of a kid that’s lonely
Not to have a friend at all
Days seem outnumbered and cold

In the depth of darkness is solitude/pain
Just imagination and the will to die
To be freed of such restraints
Fearless to the prejudice and pain
Conceived by the influences of others
When your hopeless who’s to blame?

When controversy surrounds your world
And nothing keeps you sane
For the loneliness and pain
Tell me who's to blame?

When your heart turns cold
it causes your soul 2 freeze
It spreads throughout your spirit
like a ruthless feeling disease
The walls that once were down
now stand firm and tall
Safe from hate/love, pain/joy
until u feel nothing at all
When ure heart turns cold
a baby's cry means nothing
A dead corpse is trivial
Mothers neglecting children is daily
Loneliness becomes your routine friend
Death seems like tranquility
Sleeping is never pleasant
if u even sleep at all
u forget ideals and turn off the reason
2 make sure the product gets sold
You don't understand how I behave
Just wait till your heart turns Cold!


- Tupac Shakur

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one of my favouratist poems from the rose that grew on concrete

Life through my bloodshot eyes
would scare a square 2 death
poverty, murder, violence
and never a moment 2 rest
Fun and games R few
but treasured like gold 2 me
cuz i realize that I must return
2 my spot in poverty
But mock my words when I say
my heart will not exitst
unless my destiny comes through
and puts an end to all of this

never does it get old
http://www.angelfire.com/oh3/thedanswebpage/2pacpoetry.html