Bizzy Bone - Life Goes On Lyrics
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 mewhen it all stops, my life goes on for sure, Mr. Shakur and blessed with yourpresence, your essence remains pure......Verse One:I never made it in school in '92, lookin for a job as a part-time father, onlyif you knew Pac, with the chronic thru your music was gettin me thru, it's 1999now, what we gone do, huh, you gone and enemies snicker when I pour out alittle liquor, better not pass me your name and make you out to be the sinnerwho spent the holiday with that ghetto, cookin a hood dinner, writin my memoirsright next to your picture, remember: Life Goes On, that's what you told mehomie, and Sylk~E~Fine hooked it up in the nick of time my homie-shit, I may belonely and I talk to you, I hope you listening and we mob thru you, we all misshim, 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 themillion 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-itmight set me free, but they can't kill you twice, by the freedom of God we havea sure shot, and Jesus you have been so good to me.............ChorusVerse 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 withthe world's retaliation, all the abomination, call it El Nino, but it feelslike revelation, huh, in fact they got to you, you know, I think a fan shotyou, they was jealous of your jewelry, and the jury thought they got you, Ifast, prepare for the rapture with a ? for the ghetto bastards, walk in thewilderness with God given talent for ashes, pass the pastor, he ain't helpinthe hood like judges should, but life goes on, it's all good, and homie wefight for wood, to keep us stupid huh, and after Eazy, it ain't no moreRuthless acoustics, same producers seduce us, with jewels to boost us, beforewe prove em wrong, count on a revolutionary to move us, but life goes on,within the music and the song, it's abuse if you use it to fuel your fire,huh......ChorusVerse Three:Supportin my people, distortin my people, they callin my people, losers weepthe reaper, all you G's now, proposition 187, and you think we sleep now, howin the new millenium could we smile, God loves the underdog, and of course theghettos 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 muchmelanin in my system, musical group, we won't die, and what's the meaning ofsurvival, knowledge of wealth is right there in your biblem look at the literaland learn yourself, pass me the lighter when I'm stressin on these issues, didI mention my momma gonna need some tissue when they get you, I continue to floweternal, 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 alonewith my Thuggish Ruggish shirt on, but still baby, I don't hate you, we blackand strong, even though I know right wherem you live, I forgive you and life goes on...........Chorus
