Mr. Shakur, man, your essence pure
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 essence remains
I never made it in in '92, lookin' for a job as a part-time father Only if you knew Pac, with the chronic thru your Was gettin' me thru, it's 1999 now, what we do, huh, ya oh Enemies when I pour out a little liquor
Better not pass me your name and make you out to be the Who spent the holiday with ghetto, cookin' a hood dinner Writin' my memoirs next to your picture, remember 'Life goes on', that's you told me homie
And Sylk E hooked it up in the nick of time you know me-shit I may be and I talk to you, I hope you listening 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, I don't fail I I had the mail for the million dollar bill But that'd be too much like the whole 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 kill you By the freedom of God, we a sure shot And Jesus, You have so good to me
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
Yo, my friends ain't feelin' me, tobacco companies make off Of killin' me, we been waitin' for acres like we said it, damn And the earthquakes the world's retaliation, all the abomination Call it El Nino, but it like revelation, huh, and Pac they got to you
You don't think, I think a fan you, they was jealous of your jewelry And the jury they got you, I fast, prepare for the rapture 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 fight for wood, to us stupid huh, and after Eazy It ain't no more ruthless acoustics, producers seduce us With jewels to boost us, we prove 'em wrong
revolutionary to move us, but life goes on Within the music and the It's if you use it to fuel your fire, huh
And by the freedom of God, we got a shot And Jesus, been good to me When it all stops, my life on for sure Mr. and blessed with Your presence Your essence pure
Supportin' my people, distortin' my people, they callin' my Evil is finders losers weep the reaper, all you G's now Proposition 187, and you we sleep now How in the new could we smile, God loves the underdog
And of course the ghettos are close, just the rain falls on tattoos, the oceans, pain y'all Note for the dosage of prozac he prescribed There's too melanin in my system, musical group, we won't die
And what's the meaning of survival, knowledge of wealth is There in your Bible, look at the literal and yourself Pass me the lighter when I'm stressin' on these Did I my momma gonna need some tissue when they get you
I to flow eternal, remember Mo Murda way back in the day Smokin' burners with Layzie, man we shootin' at the turtle Him and his big boyz doggin' me out, I'm all With my Thuggish shirt on, but still many
I don't hate you, we and strong Even though I know right you live I forgive you and goes on
And by the freedom of God, we got a shot And Jesus, You've good to me When it all stops, my life on for sure Mr. Shakur and blessed with presence essence remains pure