Dub In Peace

Future tombstone speaks:

“He let the ink flee

Assaulted lead like it’s weak

Gave up family, they weren’t his Gs

What thou know bout he”

I’m paying for my grave

I’m a nigga, NIGGA, FUCK being saved 

Still chained, runaway slave 

Bleeding in the days

As the moon turns away

Stars refuse to wave

Light gives way for the pain

Mercy in the storms, love for the rain

Perfect scene for ink stains

As the blood leaks

Into each curve and every piece

Art is WRITTEN IN PEACE

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