Letra de 'Letter To Pac' de Maino

Dear pac if u can hear me speak i really gotta know is their a heaven for a g ?
Altho we never met im feeling like i know you,
U live trough your music i relate to your strugle
See i was in the cell cut of from the world feeling how u felt just me against the world
Spit into the camera-yeaa thats something i would do in a court room on trial fresh out the hospital
Alot of things changed in the game since you clocked out
Suge aint tuff no more he got knocked out,
Real niggas out numbered 99 to 1, im alone it feels like im the last one.
Because im from were im from i took big's side
I cant lie but your music was the soundtrack to my life
I'm honest its deeper than just rhyming i never crossed past without a couple things in common
See i dont give a fuck like you aint give a fuck same bandana same middle finger up
Love my niggas and catered to no bitch,
I'm on one mission and that is to get rich
Tell me were i fit im cut from a different key i keep it real i aint fit for this industrie cocksuckers and liers they not men to me its no love they motivated by jelousy
None of these niggas is wat they pretend to be
Lord protect me from my friends not my enemies
They sleeping on me they thinking that i wont shine but i made it this far without a co-sign just me waving my black flag watching niggas mimiking you and i just laugh
I know how it feels to try to change ure life
But theirs still some niggas i wanna stick my knife in
Damn but thats another story, another song
It was an honor to finally meet the outlawz
Who can they compare me to if not u
I dont follow let other niggas do auto tune
Im from brooklyn but theirs real gs everywhere and on the shelve theirs a snitch on every tear
It aint about east cost or west cost to all of my soldiers lets make a toast to fallen comrads and thugs too
I need them to love me how they love you straight to the top is where ima be
I would be lying if i say u aint inspire me