Mr. Shakur, man, your remains pure
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure And Jesus, been good to me When it all stops, my life goes on for Mr. and blessed with Your presence Your essence remains
I never made it in school in '92, lookin' for a job as a father Only if you knew Pac, with the thru your music Was gettin' me thru, it's 1999 now, we gone do, huh, ya oh Enemies snicker when I pour out a liquor
not pass me your name and make you out to be the sinner Who spent the with that ghetto, cookin' a hood dinner my memoirs right next to your picture, remember 'Life on', that's 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 hope you And we mob thru you, we all him, and mommy say hey She feed the babies, Johnny J still as hell
Takin' your class in college, hope I don't I I had the mail for the million dollar bill But that'd be too much writin' the whole situation And it smells of fishy to me, bring the demons to the light
The truth, it might set me free, but they can't kill you By the of God, we have a sure shot And Jesus, You been so good to me
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 Your presence Your remains pure
Yo, my friends ain't me, tobacco companies make money off Of killin' me, we been waitin' for forty acres like we said it, And the earthquakes with the retaliation, all the abomination 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 And the jury thought they got you, I fast, prepare for the With a [Unverified] for the ghetto bastards, walk in the With God talent for ashes, pass the pastor, he ain't helpin'
The hood like judges should, but goes on, it's all good And homie we for wood, to keep us stupid huh, and after Eazy It ain't no more ruthless acoustics, producers seduce us With jewels to boost us, before we 'em wrong
Kinda revolutionary to move us, but life on Within the music and the It's abusive if you use it to your fire, huh
And by the freedom of God, we got a shot And Jesus, You've good to me it all stops, my life goes on for sure Mr. Shakur and blessed Your presence essence remains 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 the ghettos are close, just when the rain falls Reminisce on tattoos, the oceans, pain Note here for the dosage of prozac he There's too much melanin in my system, musical group, we die
And what's the meaning of survival, knowledge of is right There in your Bible, look at the literal and yourself Pass me the lighter when I'm stressin' on issues Did I mention my momma gonna need tissue when they get you
I continue to eternal, remember Mo Murda way back in the day burners with lil' Layzie, man we shootin' at the turtle Him and his big doggin' me out, I'm all alone With my Thuggish Ruggish shirt on, but many
I don't you, we black and strong Even though I know where you live I forgive you and life on
And by the of God, we got a sure shot And Jesus, You've good to me it all stops, my life goes on for sure Mr. Shakur and blessed Your presence Your essence remains