Mr. Shakur, man, your remains pure
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure And Jesus, You've good to me it all stops, my life goes on for sure Mr. Shakur and blessed with Your Your essence remains
I never made it in school in '92, for a job as a part-time father Only if you knew Pac, with the thru your music Was me thru, it's 1999 now, what we gone do, huh, ya oh snicker when I pour out a little liquor
Better not pass me your name and you out to be the sinner Who spent the holiday with that ghetto, cookin' a hood Writin' my memoirs right next to your picture, 'Life goes on', what you told me homie
And Sylk E Fine it up in the nick of time you know me-shit I may be lonely and I talk to you, I you listening And we mob thru you, we all him, and mommy say hey She feed the babies, Johnny J crazy as hell
your class in college, hope I don't fail I wish I had the mail for the million dollar But that'd be too much like writin' the situation And it smells kind of fishy to me, bring the to the light
The truth, it might set me free, but they can't you twice By the freedom of God, we a sure shot And Jesus, You have been so to me
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure And Jesus, You've been to me When it all stops, my life goes on for Mr. Shakur and blessed with Your Your remains pure
Yo, my ain't feelin' me, tobacco companies make money off Of killin' me, we been waitin' for forty acres we said it, damn And the earthquakes with the world's retaliation, all the Call it El Nino, but it like revelation, huh, and Pac they got to you
You think, I think a fan shot you, they was jealous of your jewelry And the jury thought got you, I fast, prepare for the rapture With a [Unverified] for the bastards, walk in the wilderness With God given for ashes, pass the pastor, he ain't helpin'
The hood like judges should, but life goes on, all good And homie we for wood, to keep us stupid huh, and after Eazy It ain't no more ruthless acoustics, same seduce us With jewels to boost us, before we 'em wrong
Kinda to move us, but life goes on the music and the song It's abusive if you use it to fuel fire, huh
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure And Jesus, been good to me When it all stops, my life on for sure Mr. Shakur and blessed with Your Your essence pure
Supportin' my people, distortin' my people, they callin' my is finders keepers losers weep the reaper, all you G's now Proposition 187, and you think we now How in the new could we smile, God loves the underdog
And of course the ghettos are close, when the rain falls on tattoos, the oceans, pain y'all Note here for the dosage of he prescribed There's too much in my system, musical group, we won't die
And the meaning of survival, knowledge of wealth is right There in Bible, look at the literal and learn yourself Pass me the when I'm stressin' on these issues Did I mention my momma gonna need some tissue when get you
I continue to flow eternal, remember Mo Murda way in the day Smokin' burners with lil' Layzie, man we at the turtle Him and his big boyz doggin' me out, I'm all With my Thuggish Ruggish shirt on, but still
I don't you, we black and strong Even though I know right where you I forgive you and life on
And by the of God, we got a sure shot And Jesus, been good to me When it all stops, my life on for sure Mr. Shakur and blessed with Your Your remains pure