Desmond D. Fleming

#79085

Ely State Prison

PO Box 1989

Ely, NV  89301

Prophetic Lyricist Poem by Desmond

Nickname: Dee

Age: 26

DOB: 01/10/1979

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 160

Eye Color: Brown 

Hair Color: Black

Race: Black

Custody Date: 02/13/2000

Offences: 1st Degree Murder

Perjury

Sentence: 20 years -  Life

Parole Eligibility Date: 03/03/2020

Maximum Release Date: Life

Page Listed: 07/09/2004

Seeking: Female, Open To All

Hobbies: Watching Fit TV, Writing, Music, Reading Spiritual and Enlightening Literature.

Dreams and/or Wishes: My Dreams are to be able to perhaps get into the entertainment business.  To obtain commutation before 20 years are up.

A bit about yourself you'd like the pen pals to know: I'm very open and honest, trusting, truthful, and caring.

Prophetic Lyricist

I was running out of words to write

As I sat down to write a song one night

Tried to think of a jam I can rock

And Got to thinkin' of how I miss Tupac.

You see it's hard to believe that you're really gone

And that you only left your songs to linger on

So I hope that your still alive

And that thought gives me the strength to strive.

Cause when I write I like to reminisce

On the prophetic verses of a lyricist.

Caught up in the rapture of Tu-Pacalypse

You put your heart and soul into all your hits.

Your roll as Bishop really got us juiced,

This is for the sagin really told the truth,

That's when I know you were 100 proof

And if you can I know you'll feel this too

Poetic justice and above the rim

Trials and tribulations things were lookin grim

Cause. . .in this game you either sink or swim

The curtains were drawn and the lights were dim.

Cause who'd have thought in elementary

One day we'd see the penitentary

Torn between being a diamond or a black pearl

I still feel like it's me against the world.

All eyes on me that's what you said

Words memorialized inside my head

Maccavely add to the list

R - U still down 2-pacs greatest hits

I rock your jams day and night

And think of you as I sit down to write

R - U gone and just a memory?

Nah cause. . .you live on grid locked here inside of me

And if Heaven really has a ghetto G

I know your kickin it with all the family

So give my love to Malcolm and the rest

Cause I know you're hangin out with all the best

George Jackson, Fred Hampton, Huey and Medger to cause. . .

In my heart I'm missing all of you

As I pour out some liquor and reminisce

On The Prophetic Verses of a lyricist.

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