It's been twenty years since you've departed and the world is just as anxious as it was when you startedYou blessed the world with your art like Picasso at his canvas,And your voice helped the west side gain statusYou were an advocate for black prideand once told the world the stories of your ambitionz to ride,you sympathized for the youth when Brenda had a baby,and we listened when you told us that you were going krazy We watched the death of Tupacand the rebirth of Makaveli And when the 7 day theory dropped the world wasn't ready Your heart turned cold because you had no one to trust,and pretty soon you left us.No one wanted your death to be truebecause the rap realm couldn't afford to lose youNow in a world filled with "Young Thugs" music could surely use youTwo decades later and your mother has returned to your sideTwo decades later and you're still the stone cold man that preached about black pride