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?