Short poem

Kings we must rise today
We lost a comrade to hatred recently
Long live brother nipsey
I mourn silently as I renounce the fouls things I value in life
For I know now that this shit is fragile and I have no time to follow the plight of flagrant foolishness of childish exploits
I must become a man
No, I must become the king I always believed I was

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