Letter to Pac

Dear Pac if you can hear me
Speak, I really gotta know
Is there a heaven for a G?

Although we never met i'm feeling
Like I know you, you
Live through your music I
Relate to your struggle, see
I was in the cell cut of from the world
Feeling how you felt, just
Me against the world, spit into
O the camera-yeaa thats something I would
Do in a court room
On trial fresh out the hospital
Alot of things changed in
The game since you clocked out suge
Ain't tuff no more he
Got knocked out, real niggas out
Numbered 99 to 1
Im alone it feels like im the last
One because im from were im from
I took bigs side I can't lie but your
Music was the soundtrack to my life
Im honest it's deeper than just rhyming I
Never crossed past without a couple
Things in common see I don't give a
Fuck like you ain't give a fuck
Same bandana same middle finger up love my
Niggas and catered to no bitch
Im on one mission
And that is to get rich tell me
Were I fit im cut from
A different key I keep it real
I ain't fit for this industrie
Cocksuckers and liers they not men to
Me it's no love they motivated
By jelousy none of these niggas is
Wat they pretend to be
Lord protect me from my
Friends not my enemies
They sleeping on me they
Thinking that I won't
Shine but I made it this far
Without a co-sign just me waving my black
Flag watching niggas mimiking you and I
Just laugh I know how it feels
To try to change ure life, but theirs
Still some niggas I wanna stick my knife
In, damn- but thats another story
Another song it was an honor to finally
Meet the outlaws who can they
Compare me to if not u don't
Follow let other niggas do
Auto tune im from brooklyn but theirs
Real gs everywhere and on the
Shelve theirs a snitch on every
Tear it ain't about east
Cost or west cost to all of
My soldiers lets make a toast
To fallen comrads and thugs too I
Need them to love me
How they love you straight to the
Top is where ima be
I would be lying if I say u ain't inspire me