Bizzy Bone

Bizzy Bone - Life Goes On lyrics

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Mmm-hmm, Mr. Shakur, man, your essence remains pure......

Chorus:

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 One:

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.............

Chorus

Verse Two:

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 blast 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......

Chorus

Verse Three:

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 millenium 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, ther'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 biblem 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...........

Chorus

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