Life Goes On
2 Pac Lyrics

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
How many young black men have been killed due to gang violence and the harsh reality of living in poverty?

Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Rest in peace to my fallen friend, I hope that as a gangster, you'll be accepted into heaven.

Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
I can't pretend that I've never considered the idea that death may be near.

My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
My group of friends is becoming smaller every day, but we have to accept that life continues.

As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my jaws
I walk alone, reflecting on my breath, which reeks of alcohol and the poor decisions I've made.

Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts and bringing me back to reality.

Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
An old friend from school is doing okay, despite the harsh circumstances we grew up in.

It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry
Another young man has lost his life, and we have to bury him with no tears because we've become desensitized to this kind of tragedy.

Life as a baller: alcohol and booty calls
The life of a successful gangster involves alcohol and sexual exploits.

We used to do 'em as adolescents, do you recall?
We participated in these reckless behaviors when we were young and naive.

Raised as G's, loc'ed out, and blazed the weed
We were raised as gangsters and were known for smoking weed.

Get on the roof, let's get smoked out, and blaze with me
Let's climb to the rooftop and smoke weed together.

Two in the morning and we still high, assed out
Despite the late hour, we're still intoxicated and sprawled out.

Screamin', 'Thug 'til I die!' before I passed out
I yell out that I'm a thug until I pass out from intoxication.

But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone
Now that my friend is dead, I've entered a depressive state of mind.

Thinkin' I don't wanna die all alone, but now you gone
I don't want to die alone like my friend did.

And all I got left are stinkin' memories
All I have left are some memories that are now tainted by tragedy.

I love them niggas to death, I'm drinkin' Hennessy
I loved my friends as strongly as I love drinking liquor.

While tryin' to make it last
I try to make the alcohol last, as if it will cure my emotional pain.

I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed, 'cause life goes on
I drank a lot of alcohol in your memory because it reminds me that life continues to move forward.

Yeah nigga, I got the word it's hell
My friend is going to prison for a long time and it's going to be difficult for him.

You blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L
You were found guilty at trial and the judge sentenced you to 25 years with no chance of parole.

Time to prepare to do fed time, won't see parole
You have to prepare to spend a long time in prison because you won't be released early.

Imagine life as a convict that's gettin' old
It's hard to imagine spending the rest of your life in prison.

Plus with the drama, we're lookin' out for your baby's mama
On top of everything else, we're also having to look out for your child's mother.

Takin' risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin' on her
We're willing to take chances to protect her from people trying to harm her.

Life in the hood is all good for nobody
There's no one that's really thriving while living in poverty in the ghetto.

Remember gamin' on dumb hotties at yo' party
We reminisce on the good times we had flirting with pretty girls at your party.

Me and you, no truer two, while schemin' on hits
We were the best of friends, and we often plotted together.

And gettin' tricks that maybe we can slide into
We hoped to deceive someone by executing a plan together.

But now you buried, rest, nigga, 'cause I ain't worried
You're now dead and at rest, but I'm no longer worried about what you might do.

Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye at the cemetery
I'm saying farewell in a saddened state at the cemetery.

Though memories fade
Although my memories of you may fade over time,

I got your name tatted on my arm
I'll always keep your memory on my skin

So we both ball 'til my dyin' days
I'll live my life to the fullest until the moment I take my last breath.

Before I say goodbye
Before I die, myself.

Kato and Mental, rest in peace! Thug 'til I die!
Rest in peace, Kato and Mental! I'll continue to be a gangster until the day I die.

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket
When I die, put my gangster reputation on display with me.

Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
Celebrate my life, and let all the rappers that I know play music at my funeral.

Let the hoes that I used to know
Allow all the women that I was once involved with

From way befo' kiss me from my head to my toe
To kiss me one last time goodbye.

Give me a paper and a pen, so I can write about my life of sin
Give me the ability to write about all the regrets I've had in life.

A couple bottles of gin, in case I don't get in
A few bottles of liquor in case I don't make it into heaven.

Tell all my people I'm a ridah
Tell everybody that I was a true gangster, through and through.

Nobody cries when we die, we Outlawz, let me ride
No one should mourn our death. We are outlaws, so let us ride out in style.

Until I get free
I'll keep living my life recklessly

I live my life in the fast lane, got police chasin' me
I love living recklessly, but it's causing me to run from the law.

To my niggas from old blocks, from old crews
To all my friends from my old neighborhoods and cliques

Niggas that guided me through back in the old school
The people that helped me navigate through life when I was younger

Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies
Pour alcohol out in honor of our deceased friends.

See, we both gotta die, but you chose to go before me
We're all going to die someday, but you died before me.

And brothers miss you while you gone
All your friends and other people in our community miss you while you're gone.

You left your nigga on his own, how long we mourn? Life goes on
You passed away and left me to fend for myself. How long do we grieve? Time moves on.