Life Goes On lyrics

Artist  : Bizzy Bone 
Song : Life Goes On



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







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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, you gone and 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 my homie-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 s



hot, and Jesus you have been so good to
me.............







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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, in fact they got to you,
you know, 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 ? 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, 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......







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Verse Three:



Supportin my people, distortin my people, they
callin my people, 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
baby, I don't hate you, we black 



and strong, even though I know right wherem you
live, I forgive you and life go



es on...........







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