Mmm-hmm, Mr. Shakur, man, your essence remains pure......



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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, ya oh! 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 you know me-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 shot, 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, and Pac they got to you, you don't think 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 blast 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, kinda revolutionary to move us, but life goes on, 

within the music and the song, it's abusive 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, evil is finders keepers 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 many, I don't hate you, we black 

and strong, even though I know right where you live, I forgive you and life goes on...........



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