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Mr. Shakur, man, your essence remains pure

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

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

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

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 [Unverified] 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

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

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 millennium 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
There'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 Bible, 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

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