A Hymn for The Lost Ones [In Memory of 2Pac]

My veins still hum with the silence of gun smoke

Ghosts of my brothers weigh heavy when I choke

City don't pray — it just bargains with hunger

Every block is a sermon, every shadow a number

I talk to the moon, feels like my only witness

Writing scriptures on the back of eviction slips

Mama stitched hope in the hem of my coat

But the rain washed it out — still, I carry that note

I am water in the fire

Ashes in the choir

A hymn for the lost ones

Still climbin' the wire

If my breath breaks tonight

Let it echo through the street

Not defeat — just the rhythm

Of a heart that won't retreat

I seen crowns made of rust, thrones built from decay

But truth still blossoms in the cracks of the grey

A child hums a tune, no words, just ache

Hits harder than the ground when the earth starts to shake

Love is the weapon they can't confiscate

It's scripture in the eyes of the ones who wait

I don't bleed for applause, don't rhyme for the charts

I spill blood for redemption, carve poems from scars

So if tomorrow forgets me, let the concrete know

I was more than survival, more than just broke

I was verses in motion, a flame in the storm

The last breath of the fallen — reborn, reborn