The lord has taken you away
 To see a brighter day
 You know we miss you Tupac.

 Repeat Chorus 3 more times

 Dear God I wonder can you save me
 The ghetto?s got me losing my mind I?m going crazy.
 From shootouts with suckas my opposition collapses
 They got me rolling dice  with my eleven I don?t want a crap.
 With black fools gonna attack those and I hit their ass first
 Cause in the sea and in a sqeeze got me feeling like I?m cursed
 Have you forsaken either way got me actin like a villian
 With a million dollar dream, kill the sceam and scandelous ass women
 Im bending blocks and toting glocks on a daily operation
 And facing death around the corner if I let these suckas take me
 But I?m a ridah so im a ride ?til the wheels fall off
 And shove these bastards in the caskets, haul they asses off
 Though we barried ghetto soldiers who lie close at heart
 And separate from family members in the tears of support
 Wash your tears through the years knowing our love aint gonna cease
 Increase gun  rates and poverty got us stuck on our knees
 Beggin the lord why have you cursed men with white collar and gun play
 About the projects with no money, still stuck on this one way
 Streets with no peace with myself let alone somebody else
 Savagely livin for the cabbage pulling AK?s off my shelf.

 Its jealousy and envy that got Pac licked
 Most definitely Mr. Makaveli going be missed
 All eyes on a ridah, with ambitions that aint hard to find
 Got around and made a 5 out of a nickel and a dime
 And now the lord they love to shoot cops instead of niggas
 Hollar thug life and pour out a little liquor
 Well here?s a jug of the thug passion just for you
 R and P,  Killuminati, 21 gun salute.

 Chorus 3x

 Life is living hell busterated and jail cells
 Back against the world colliding heads with white males
 From state to Cali jail, why surrender if no bail
 You?re zipping your lips because you fail if you tell
 Packing the shit on your side because you?re too scared to die
 You want peace on the streets but instead you?re strappin the nine
 Dead brothers fallin behind got a cemetery and line
 He?s getting barried for dying, for a minute I was worried and crying
 You?re lying flat on your back, it was a stream of a blood bath
 Escape from my thug staff, and ventured the wrong path
 Die in the bay, but I still got props for LA
 Rest in peace Makaveli meet you at the front gate

 Even though we never kicked it, god lift it, man you was hella gifted
 In this rap game, aint it a shame, but I bet we wont forget your name
 You remain to be the most influential, on top of instrumentals
 Stories so real but so resentful,
 To the hard times, the hard crimes, was the death of Makaveli
 And hunger aint the pain I?m feeling up in my belly right now
 My stomach keeps turning, visions of murder got my blood burning
 And best believe them suckas gonna get what they deserving

 Makaveli, AKA Tupacalysa, I reminisca, you carrying a clips and talkin shit a
 Keepin up with the bad boy, in a bad boy, but a bad boy,
 Carrying all them feelings towards us, was always ready to go to war
 I never knew ya, but in my heart I wanted to meet cha
 Sort of like a teacher, guys will preacha, watch you be the reaker
 I miss your video the way you spit the realest lyrics
 I also feel it when  I hear it makes my mic go wicked
 I cannot fix it, the love that you brought to a nation
 Keepin? it real with the reputation, fire up the insulation
 Don?t ask any questions, I?m gonna keep your mind steady guessin
 Is that another hardcore rapper trying to start some messin
 I?m not affiliated with the drama on the streets
 I?m only a G when you messing with my family
 One love goes out to the deceased who die by my peace a
 We all will miss a, the man they call Tupacalysa

 The lord has taken you away
 Such a gloomy day in this game
 I guess ill see you next lifetime, yeah
 Cause life goes on

 Chorus 2x  (w/ male)

 Chorus 3x  (fade out on 3rd time