Bizzy Bone - Life Goes On (Tupac Shakur Tribute) lyrics

Mmm-hmm, Mr. Shakur, man, your essence remains pure [Hook] 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 1] I never made it in school in '92, looking for a job as a part-time father, only If you knew Pac, with the chronic through your music was getting me through, it's 1999 Now, what we gone do, huh, ya oh! enemies snicker when I pour out a Little liquor, better not blaspheme your name and make you out to be the sinner Who spent the holiday with that ghetto, cooking a hood dinner, writing 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-sh**, I may be Lonely and I talk to you, I hope you listening and we mob through you, we all miss Him, and mommy say hey, she feed the babies, Johnny J still crazy as hell Taking your cla** 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 writing 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 k** you twice, by the freedom of God we have A sure shot, and Jesus you have been so good to me [Hook] [Verse 2] Yo, my friends ain't feeling me, tobacco companies make money off of k**ing me We been waiting 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 j**ellery, and the jury thought they got you, I Fast, prepare for the rapture with a blast for the ghetto ba*tards, walk in the Wilderness with God given talent for ashes, pa** the pastor, he ain't helping 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 j**els 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] Supporting my people, distorting my people, they calling 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, pa** me the lighter when I'm stressing 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, smoking burners with lil Layzie Man we shooting at the turtle, him and his big boyz dogging 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 [Hook]