when I die,
I want my boys to burry me.
I want them to feel this pain for me.
Not out of spite but endearment,
because I know I will miss them dearly.
I will miss feeling my boys pain when
he's life-long love betrayed him for doing her wrong.
My boys failed suicide attempt was deeply felt
like a spur to a horse, straight to our hearts.
His frustrations were firmly anchored alongside ours.
that burning desire to avenge Pac's death
I will never forget even beyond the grave.
Nelson's short lived glory years
will forever be an open wound to me as a brother.
And blood came no thicker when a brother's reality
became that much closer to the dream.
Our dream.
Their success has been my success,
for through the mirror I see reflections of their souls.
My blood brothers with unique mothers are the future of evolution.
I know just how much they love each other,
I loved them like they loved me.
Let them burry me like I lived
in silent confessions of envy for a better life.
My brothers will feel the pain for me
because its too much for me alone.
Light a 'spliff'as I descend,
in a joint venture,
let the skies be filled with holy smokes.
Time may heal wounds,
but the scar of their absence is for ever.
heaven or hell, this I promise you:
I will be living a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem