Your calling as an artist and poet
Your words left quite an indelible mark
Images of you struck me in a wonderful way
Quickening in me a radical change
The changes in me captivated by your influence
An influence that I could never easily explain
Words from a man reared in the ghetto sparked flames
That would fall on a boy in suburban and rural lands
A connection was made through airwaves and over land
Strangers, you and I, found common ground, maybe in our color
Maybe it was through the musical beat, nonetheless, we were linked
To the chagrin of my parents, you were of a group that caught my attention, right or wrong
Hard to think of your absence in the world and in my life
But gone you are, and missed you have become truly
Your words are still leaving an impact and cause some to harken back to when you still physically existed
Your radical words are something that does not leave us, nor should it (well, maybe some of it)
