Monday, June 16, 2008

Pour Out A Lil' Liquor

Pac, the great,
revo
lutionary leader & prophet,
was born on this day.

Happy birthday homie!
Rest in peace.

The good die young.


Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror
I hate the man in the mirror
Cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer
Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts
In this society where only gettin the cash counts
I started out as a beginner
Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner
I make my money and vacate, evade prison
Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven
And all the Hennessy and weed can't hide,
the pain I feel inside

You know, it's like I'm livin just to die
I fall on my knees and beg for mercy,
not knowin if I'm worthy
Livin life thinkin no man can hurt me
So I'm askin - before I lay me down to sleep
Before you judge me, look at all the shit you did to me,
my misery

I rose up from the slums,
made it out the flames
In my search for fame will I change?
I'm askin...

Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathin
And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in
Before I'm leavin, I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?


genius is misunderstood

Last pic snapped minutes before he was assassinated.
The eyes never lie....


2 comments:

RJEsq said...

You think Shug had him shot? Have you ever read the book LAbrynth about Biggie's murder? I dont remember if it touched on Pac's death.

King P said...

I don't know Robyn, but I wouldn't doubt it especially after seeing some DVD special on how shady everything was at the time of his death like his security. I think it was destined for him to die young. The only book I've read on Pac is Michael Eric Dyson's Holler If You Hear Me.