Will I forever be alone in this world?/will I forever be alone in this world?
 
I made a promise that I’d never take a Pac line, didn’t take your words to your chorus for this one time/please forgive me I’d never smear your work but for what it’s worth, I send condolences in the form of opuses to prove that roses do grow from the crevices of hopelessness/they ask “what you gonna show the kids?”, I say, "everything I never got to see and everything in between and nothing that’s on the screen"/we need new leaders, they paying athletes but they can’t pay teachers/white Jesus on the walls of cathedrals and this is who we pray to, man I pray too/but not to a stained glass or a statue, while they was playing at school, I was playing “Cash Rules Everything Around Me”, memorizing rap tunes/and I was never into tattoos, nah, fuck inking my skin, I’d rather ink the Benz like Duro and them, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job, ride till the wheels fall off and I can’t drive…/this is for the people getting jackets at a coat drive, out of work, laid-off, company downsize/and to the children eating Crown Fried Chicken, finger lickin’, malnutrition/no Trader Joe’s, we ain’t got dough for Whole Foods, no family meals, this is not soul food/nah, we don’t eat with our parents, we take our food to our rooms and watch Rocsi and Terrance/just hanging outside of buildings like a balcony terrace/just staring, standing idle, no idols, crushing weed on the King James bible, high to the point I start feeling suicidal/why you couldn’t take George Bush instead of Michael, why they throw the book at a nigga like Michael Vick, now ain’t that a bitch, dog fighting is wrong but hunting is legit/remembering the days I said I want to quit, what kept me going was footage of Notorious B.I. and my cousin Trish/I do this for Brooklyn and niggas on the strip, I do this for New York despite the deficits and the economic crisis/my mom’s made sacrifices, I ain’t have no pops to ride bikes with, all alone thinking bout words I can rhyme with “pain” just to maintain/sometimes I feel like too much stress on my brain, shit, let me just stop, dedicated to Pac, another teardrop on that wooden casket/the fucka that killed you is a bastard, you affected me so drastic/“Still I Rise”, still drinking “Thug Passion”, still waiting for “Change” but nothing ever happens/that’s why I never went to the ballots during the Obama craze, we want change like the Million Man March, Martin or Mahatma Ghandi days/damn, and we still waiting for Better Dayz, so this one is to commemorate your life, your legacy and your death/contributions you made I never will forget, so I “Pour A Little Liquor” and respect, I said I “Pour A Little Liquor” and respect, I said “Pour A Little Liquor” and respect my nigga, I’m out…