What´s in your hand nigga? Yall listening, but Do you understand nigga? Revolution! What´s your plan nigga? *Gunshot* Since my transition
I´ve been misquoted, disrespected, and turning over in my grave Watching yall behave as if I should be proud of something Yet I hear you speak my name like I had a divine shroud or something, but Religions are seldom followed Hollowed souls backslide easy My life is tarnished so the whole world sees me as a menace But I replenish the hate, with me with love for yall I look from above for yall, but I can´t find my soldiers Who´s holding the weight of the world on their shoulders since I left? Who caught my last breath as I exhaled the rail from the tracks
who´s riding to make sure they don´t destroy the art form? If they can stop me, They can stop thirty more MC´s before they´re even born, So I Sacraficed the longevity of life To make sure that you got the message the way that you needed it Existence turned into a lesson to be taught and told, confessions to be heard and heeded this Kids walking these dirty roads and it´s your job to pave them If you see niggas dying because of what you´re saying It don´t matter if you ain´t kill em, you ain´t do shit to save ´em You in the way nigga. Save the day nigga, or stop playing hero
I´ve been yelling and screaming from my grave for ten years now But yall don´t hear me though Which one of you niggas is going to step up and say ´Pac I got you?