Dear mama do you remember my pain, Living two lives rapping in the game, Set out to gain fans from my fame, 2pac , Makaveli still be the name, Make me alive to still be the same, With evil bullets that hit our lives to blame, Thug emotionally left to stress insane, From the bullets and the one that hit my brain, To see revenge on our enemies to be killed and slain, For this .380 scar that still remains, When I bust back for us to leave you lamed, Not to walk or talk sucking through a straw, You knew this would’ve been a thuggish brawl, For your life to crawl, Down on your knees, begging mercy and please, Just take what I need, Not your life, But to remember Jesus Christ, To do what is right, Gripping my glocks real tight, To shoot your soul in flight, Whatever I might, Judge your death in my sights, To avenge my love, As I slip on the murder gloves, Counting down your last given breath, cause today you will see and taste of your death, Killing your flesh till there’s nothing left, In my eyes you will see, The death of your life that comes from me, You better run and flee, Cause my bullets chase your plea, Riding in the 6-4 impala with the candy paint, Who can see this life as a resurrected saint, Holding my grips to pull the trigger, On the block who really shot that nigga, Missing dice on the roll, this is the mind and life that 2pac stole, For every Makaveli album sold, Because my soul is made of heaven’s gold, Remember 2pacs life and what it told, Left me here out in the cold, As my hand spins the world’s globe, Leaning on hope that probes, Fashioned in solitary modes, To blow up and explode, Military mind of a sinner, To know in this life I am a winner, Rapping for fame on the level of beginner,