Life Goes On by Tupac Shakur
Bury me smilin’, with G’s in my pocket,
have a party at my funeral and let every rapper rock it,
let tha hoes that I used to know, from way before,
kiss me from my head to my toe,
give me a paper and a pen,
so I can write about my life of sin,
a couple bottles of gin,
in case I don’t get in,
tell all my people I’m a Ridah
nobody cries when we die,
we outlaws, let me ride,
until I get free,
I live my life in tha fast lane, got police chasen me,
to my niggas from old blocks, from old crews,
niggas that guided me through,
back in tha old school,
pour out some liquor,
have a toast for tha homies,
see we both gotta die,
but ya chose to go before me,
and brothas miss you while your gone,
you left your nigga on his own,
how long will we mourn,
life goes on…