Life Goes On
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Words adapted and modified from Tupac Shakur Life Goes On
Music by Michael Joseph Gagliardi


As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my draws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call
It’s just my homie from high school, he gettin’ by
It's time to bury another brotha , nobody cry

Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls
We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall ?
Raised as G's, and loc'ed out and blaze with weed
Let’s get smoked on that rooftop and blaze with me

In the morning when we still high assed out
Screamin' thug till I die before I passed out
But now I'm in the zone thinkin' I don't wanna die all alone
But now you’re gone


All I got left are stinkin' memories
I love them brothers to death I’m drinkin' Hennessy
While tryin' to make it last
I drink a 5th for that ass
When you passed
Cause life goes on
 
I’d be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death
My brothers we are the last ones left
Life goes on....


I’d be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death
My brothers we are the last ones left

Yeah brother I got the word as hell
Ya blew trial and the judge gave ya 25 with an L
And now prepare to do mad time won't see parole
Imagine life as a convict that's gettin' old

Plus with the drama  we're lookin out for your babies mama
Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
Life in tha hood is all good for nobody
Remember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Me and you go two and two
And maybe find a honey that maybe we can slide into
And rest your head, and rest brother cause I ain't worried
Eyes blurried sayin' goodbye at the cemetery

Though memories fade
I got your name tatted on my arm so we both ball till' my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kato, we're meant to rest in peace, I’m a thug till I die

I’d be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death
My brothers we are the last ones left
Life goes on....

I’d be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death
My brothers we are the last ones left

We’re gonna be smilin' with G's in my pockets
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
Let those ho’s that I usta 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 the fast lane, got popo chasin’ me

To my brothers from old blocks from old schools
Brothers that guided me through back in the old school
Have a toast, pour some liquor for the homie
See we both gotta die, but ya chose to go before me

And brothers miss ya while you're gone
You left your brother on his own
How long we mourn
Life goes on...