With the faith of a monk and the heart of a lion,
king I remain, young prince when I was young,
never lost in the streets,
strongest muscle beats to the beat of the center of my nucleus,
heard during random excess memory rest,
the quiet distilled sound spoken in verse and prose,
no longer listen but ignore,
now implore all inside the cipher of the Sun the truth of life
regardless of the outcome;
Coming for my flesh like pac,
however my crew know the deal, know the drill,
If I'm killed may my knowledge live on till
the truth is an everyday ritual;
spoken about during dinner convos and stereo talk shows;
Harvey's and baisden empowering their listener's
about the master's plan to infiltrate cribs with home land security,
ninja please;
Reserved my rights when mother birth me life and God granted me breath,
so till the second,
minute,
hour,
day,
month,
and year of my demise, may my tongue continuously
Speak truth,
while my ears hear no lies,
and my eyes view no evil…
and when my last breath is expired,
may another born again souja carry on the torch
of the eternal flame of truth….Peace
(positive, education, activating, creative, elevation)