One can see it on the faces
Folks in the inner city
We hear your cry
Keep your head up
Momma
Tupac Shakur gone to soon
Took a bullet
A true hustler
Poet
Artist of his time
He was never caged always free
Free to write his songs in harmony
With a story in his dreams
His mother raised him well
With a great story in which to tell
A rapper who met Biggie Smalls
Did some hard times
Tupac Shines