Life Goes On

<br>Mmm-hmm, Mr. Shakur, man, your essence remains pure......<br><br>Chorus:<br>And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot, and Jesus-you`ve been good to me <br>when it all stops, my life goes on for sure, Mr. Shakur and blessed with your <br>presence, your essence remains pure......<br><br>Verse One:<br>I never made it in school in `92, lookin for a job as a part-time father, only <br>if you knew Pac, with the chronic thru your music was gettin me thru, it`s 1999 <br>now, what we gone do, huh, you gone and enemies snicker when I pour out a <br>little liquor, better not pass me your name and make you out to be the sinner <br>who spent the holiday with that ghetto, cookin a hood dinner, writin my memoirs <br>right next to your picture, remember: Life Goes On, that`s what you told me <br>homie, and Sylk~E~Fine hooked it up in the nick of time my homie-shit, I may be <br>lonely and I talk to you, I hope you listening and we mob thru you, we all miss <br>him, and mommy say hey, she feed the babies, Johnny J still crazy as hell, <br>takin your class in college, hope I don`t fail, I wish I had the mail for the <br>million dollar bill, but that`d be too much like writin the whole situation, <br>and it smells kind of fishy to me, bring the demons to the light, the truth-it <br>might set me free, but they can`t kill you twice, by the freedom of God we have <br>a sure s<br>hot, and Jesus you have been so good to me.............<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Two:<br>Yo, my friends ain`t feelin me, tobacco companies make money off of killin me, <br>we been waitin for forty acres like we said it, damn, and the earthquakes with <br>the world`s retaliation, all the abomination, call it El Nino, but it feels <br>like revelation, huh, in fact they got to you, you know, I think a fan shot <br>you, they was jealous of your jewelry, and the jury thought they got you, I <br>fast, prepare for the rapture with a ? for the ghetto bastards, walk in the <br>wilderness with God given talent for ashes, pass the pastor, he ain`t helpin <br>the hood like judges should, but life goes on, it`s all good, and homie we <br>fight for wood, to keep us stupid huh, and after Eazy, it ain`t no more <br>Ruthless acoustics, same producers seduce us, with jewels to boost us, before <br>we prove em wrong, count on a revolutionary to move us, but life goes on, <br>within the music and the song, it`s abuse if you use it to fuel your fire, <br>huh......<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three:<br>Supportin my people, distortin my people, they callin my people, losers weep <br>the reaper, all you G`s now, proposition 187, and you think we sleep now, how <br>in the new millenium could we smile, God loves the underdog, and of course the <br>ghettos are close, just when the rain falls, reminisce on tattoos, the oceans, <br>pain y`all, note here for the dosage of prozac he prescribed, ther`s too much <br>melanin in my system, musical group, we won`t die, and what`s the meaning of <br>survival, knowledge of wealth is right there in your biblem look at the literal <br>and learn yourself, pass me the lighter when I`m stressin on these issues, did <br>I mention my momma gonna need some tissue when they get you, I continue to flow <br>eternal, remember Mo Murda way back in the day, smokin burners with lil Layzie, <br>man we shootin at the turtle, him and his big boyz doggin me out, I`m all alone <br>with my Thuggish Ruggish shirt on, but still baby, I don`t hate you, we black <br>and strong, even though I know right wherem you live, I forgive you and life go<br>es on...........<br><br>Chorus