Intro (The Rose Vol. 2)

What's in ya hand nigga, y'all listenin'

Do you understand nigga revolution, what's ya plan nigga {*gunshot*}

Since my transition I've been misquoted, disrespected, turnin' over in my grave

Watchin' y'all behave as if I should be proud or something

The I hear you speak my name like I had a devine strides or something

But relgions are seldom followed and all those sould back slide easy

My life is tarnished so the whole world sees me as a menace

But I implement that hate for me with love for y'all

I look from above for y'all but I can't find my soldiers

Who's holdin' the weight of the world on they shoulders since I left

Who caught my last breath as I exhaled

Derailed from the tracks, who's ridin'

Make sure they don't destroy the art form

If they can stop me they can stop thirty more emcees before they even born

So I sacrifice the longevity in life

To make sure you got the message the way you needed it

Existence turns into a lesson to be taught

Told, confessed, to be heard and heeded this

Kids walkin' these dirty roads and it's your job to pave it

You see niggas dyin' cuz of what you sayin'

Don't matter if you ain't kill 'em

If you ain't do shit to save 'em you in the way nigga

Save the day nigga or stopy playin' with 'em

I been yellin' and screamin' from my grave for ten years now

But y'all don't hear me though

Which one of you niggas is gonna step up and say, Pac I got you

GOD DAMN IT WHO SHOT YOU!?