Mr. Shakur, man, your essence remains pure
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot
And Jesus, you've been good to me
When it all stops, my life goes on for sure
Mr. Shakur and blessed with your
Presence, your essence remains pure
I never made it in school in '92
Lookin' for a job as a part-time father
Only if you knew Pac, with the chronic through
Your music was gettin' me through, it's 1999
Now, what we gone do, huh, ya, oh
Enemies snicker when I pour out a
Little liquor, better not pass me your name
And make you out to be the sinner
Who spent the holiday with that ghetto
Cookin' a hood dinner, writin' my memoirs
Right next to your picture, remember
"Life goes on", that's what you told me
Homie and Sylk E Fine
Hooked it up in the nick of time you know me-shit
I may be lonely and I talk to you
I hope you listening and we mob through you
We all miss him and mommy say, hey
She feed the babies, Johnny J still crazy as hell
Takin' your class in college, hope I don't fail
I wish I had the mail for the million dollar bill
But that'd be too much like writin' the whole situation
And it smells kind of fishy to me
Bring the demons to the light
The truth, it might set me free
But they can't kill you twice
By the freedom of God we have a sure shot
And Jesus you have been so good to me
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot
And Jesus, you've been good to me
When it all stops, my life goes on for sure
Mr. Shakur and blessed with your
Presence, your essence remains pure
Yo, my friends ain't feelin' me
Tobacco companies make money off of killin' me
We been waitin' for forty acres like we said it
Damn and the earthquakes with the world's retaliation
All the abomination, call it El Nino
But it feels like revelation, huh
And Pac they got to you
You don't think I think a fan shot you
They was jealous of your jewelry
And the jury thought they got you
I fast, prepare for the rapture with a [unverified]
For the ghetto bastards
Walk in the wilderness with God given talent for ashes
Pass the pastor, he ain't helpin' the hood like judges should
But life goes on, it's all good and homie we fight for wood
To keep us stupid huh and after Eazy, it ain't no more
Ruthless acoustics, same producers seduce us
With jewels to boost us, before we prove 'em wrong
Kinda revolutionary to move us, but life goes on
Within the music and the song, it's abusive if you use it to fuel your fire
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot
And Jesus, you've been good to me
When it all stops, my life goes on for sure
Mr. Shakur and blessed with your
Presence, your essence remains pure
Supportin' my people, distortin' my people
They callin' my people, evil is finders keepers
Losers weep the reaper, all you G's now, proposition 187
And you think we sleep now
How in the new millennium could we smile
God loves the underdog and of course the ghettos are close
Just when the rain falls, reminisce on tattoos
The oceans, pain y'all
Note here for the dosage of Prozac he prescribed
There's too much melanin' in my system
Musical group, we won't die
And what's the meaning of survival
Knowledge of wealth is right there in your bible
Look at the literal and learn yourself
Pass me the lighter when I'm stressin' on these issues
Did I mention my momma gonna need some tissue?
When they get you, I continue to flow eternal
Remember Mo Murda way back in the day
Smokin' burners with lil' Layzie
Man we shootin' at the turtle
Him and his big boyz doggin' me out, I'm all alone
With my Thuggish Ruggish shirt on but still many
I don't hate you, we black and strong
Even though I know right where you live
I forgive you and life goes on
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot
And Jesus, you've been good to me
When it all stops, my life goes on for sure
Mr. Shakur and blessed with your
Presence, your essence remains pure