Mmm-hmm, Mr. Shakur, man, your essence remains pure......
Chorus: 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......
Verse One: 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 thru your music was gettin me thru, it's 1999 now, what we gone do, huh, you gone and 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 my homie-shit, I may be lonely and I talk to you, I hope you listening and we mob thru 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 s hot, and Jesus you have been so good to me.............
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Verse Two: 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, in fact they got to you, you know, 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 ? 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, count on a revolutionary to move us, but life goes on, within the music and the song, it's abuse if you use it to fuel your fire, huh......
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Verse Three: Supportin my people, distortin my people, they callin my people, losers weep the reaper, all you G's now, proposition 187, and you think we sleep now, how in the new millenium 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, ther'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 biblem 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 baby, I don't hate you, we black and strong, even though I know right wherem you live, I forgive you and life go es on...........
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