Life Goes On Lyrics - Bizzy Bone

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