From your death grew roses
Like you were water for the seeds
You sparked a motive for change in the hearts of this dying breed
Your words still resonate thicker than blood in these ghetto neighborhoods
Where minorities issues are more than often misunderstood
We still stuffer at the hands of the system for being colored and proud
They look down on us, and rather see us colored and plowed
I wish I could\'ve met you and talk about unity in the community
But thank you for paving the way and giving me this opportunity
Thank you for showing me to find beauty in the struggle
Because the city will eat you alive if you don\'t get with the hustle