In the event of my Demise
when my heart can beat no more
I Hope I Die For A Principle
or A Belief that I had Lived 4
I will die Before My Time
Because I feel the shadow's Depth
so much I wanted 2 accomplish
before I reached my Death
I have come 2 grips with the possibility
and wiped the last tear from My eyes
I Loved All who were Positive
In the event of my Demise

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate.
Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate.
Today is build on tragedies which no one want's to face.
Nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced.
Tonight is filled with Rage, violence in the air.
Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares.
Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops,
knowing that my sanity content when I'm droped.
But tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new,
build on spirit intent of heart and ideas based on truth.
Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride.
I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive.

They could never understand
what u set out 2 do
instead they chose 2
ridicule u
when u got weak
they loved the sight
of your dimming
and flickering starlight
How could they understand what was so intricate
2 be loved by so many, so intimate
they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse
this way u could not alter the course
of ignorance that they have set
2 make my people forget
what they have done for much 2 long
2 just forget and carry on
I had loved u forever because of who u r
and now I mourn our fallen star

A young heart with an old soul
How can there be peace?
How can I be in the depths of solitude
When there are two inside of me?
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accept simplicity...

Take ones adversity
learn from their misfortune
learn from their pain
believe in something
believe in yourself
turn adversity into ambition
now blossom into wealth

Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why

Father forgive us for living
Why are all my homies stuck in prison?
Barely breathing, believing that this world is a prison
It's like a ghetto we can never leave
A broken rose giving bloom through the cracks of the concrete
So many things for us to see
Things to be
Our history so full of tragedy and misery
To all the homies who never made it home
The dead peers i shed tattoed tears for when I'm alone
Picture us inside a ghetto heaven
A place to rest finding peace through this land of stress
In my chest I feel pain come in sudden storms
A life full of rain in this game watch for land thorns
Our unborn never got to grow, never got to see what's next
In this world filled with countless threats
I thank God to find a way for our ghetto kids to breath
Show a sign make us all believe

Only God Can Judge 2pac...
Black man, Black boy, Prince, Thug,
Revolutionary, Symbol. They only see your
tattoos, jewelry, and body language. They only
hear your vulgar words, defiant messages, and
your unavoidable controversy. They see your life
as a threat, they comment "chickens came home
to roost." They blame you for violence in
America, they pour disgust on you and point the
finger at you for problems in our families.
Black man, Black boy, Prince, Thug,
Revolutionary, Symbol. We see you as the dark
truth they are scared to accept. We see you as the
voice we sometimes could not find. We see you
as a young Malcolm X. Alcohol, drugs, women
and prison consumed you, as it did Brother
Malcolm. Yet those that knew you, knew you
were on the way out, you had seen the light and
moved toward it. We felt your pain, so similar to
ours. We felt your frustration, so similar to ours.
We felt your anger, so similar to ours. You are an
unavoidable realness. To Generation X, as they
describe it, you are a 1996 Elvis, John Lennon,
Jimi Hendricks, Sammy Davis, Ella Fitzgerald.
Those that don't know, may never know. Those
that do know, truly know that...
Only God Can Judge You!

To my Brotha, rest in peace, I'll never forget
what you said.

Come with me
You will see
I'm still alive
Nigga's bout to die
Makaveli is back wit a
Afro and Shades
bout to get dem Nigga's
Mob Deep and
Piggy smalls
bout to blast yo
nigga balls
It's a Killuminati raid
on all those niggas who
doughted me
Yo azz is fiend to die
of 4 shots
just like me
I'm fiend to "Bring tha Pain"
"Bomb First" on those niggas from
the old dayz
Can you feel me, killuminati
I'm a go "Against All Odds"
kill you fools wit my 12 gage
I'm goin "Krazy" in this
"White Man's World"
I lived the "Life of an Outlaw"
lived and died in L.A.
Makaveli is back and I'm
ready to play
Chorus:
Makaveli is back in dis bitch
bout to kill all that snitched
Makaveli is back and mad
He got' em runin scared
(Makaveli in background) They thought I was DEAD

A nigga "Str8 Ballin"
from west coast to east
"Picture me Rollin" wit my
"Ambitionz Az a Ridah"
"Me and My Girlfriend" we still doin 85
wit "All Eyes On Me"
Punks I wonna see
you deceased
I'm lookin out for my homiez
"Just Like Daddy"
All these "Skandalouz" bitches
Wont this dick you can't have it
You can't ...do shit
Piggy smalls ... I got ... yo bitch
You know it's true P.I.G.
this is "All About You"

Chorus

It's "Blasphemy" the way some
niggas be actin
You got to "Hold ya Head" "Toss It Up"
and step wit yo action
It's time to throw a party on this
Westside
Cause we got that kindda weed dat
blows your mind
"2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted" still busin the
rhymes
Cause we been blowin up the spot since '95
Now heres a little story
about this thug named 2pac
back in '96 he came up wit dis plot
Fake my death to put my enemies at ease
Come back and bomb on those niggas as
MAKAVELI
Chorus:(repeat 6x)
Makaveli is back in dis bitch
don killuminati is da shit
bout to kill all that snitched
Ya'll Bitches can't do shit
 

(Makaveli talking in background)
 

On Friday the 13th ya'll niggas laughed.
Laugh now punk bitches.
Ya'll niggas will backstab for anything.
All ya'll. All ya'll. This is the killuminati dynasty.
King Makaveli pronounces all you bitches dead.
Makaveli on da rise.
Ya'll niggas can go to hell.
HA HA. Yea, I'm Mad at 'Cha .
Bitches.
Exit Tupac Enter Makaveli!!!!!!!!

To the rapper who makes much sense,
2Pac Shakur don't you ever quit
Life has its obstacles, God knows it does,
with the rhymes you wrote it shoed
much love. Some were positive and
some were life as we saw it on
the streets the we fight. now it's
time to do your thing, get it together,
come out and say: It's a new me now,
I've saw the light, I must help my
young brothers and sisters to save
their life.
I'm proud of you and the changes
you've made.
stick with your word, stay strong
and brave