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dear pac,

wat up g i kno we aint neva met but i bet from heaven u kno me bet u heard about when i was gonna stab dat ***** it aint my fault but im blamed for every thing i no how u feel when u was behind bars eve tho i wasnt there when u died u still had a great heart u luved yo mom like she was the only thing in ur liife they al think u dead not me listenin to yo songz got me to think u got shot 1996 the same 2 years before dat i was born wit no teeth my momma was like yo mom they both worked alot tried to keep us in skool but it aint work out u taught me how to respect my mom in yo song even tho u "dead" yo spirit live on we out numbered now 99 to 1 the only ***** left im the last 1 i noticed u aint stop makin songz dats wats up rappin for most of yo life and u kno wats up im still waitin to see if imma change my liife and theres still a ***** i wanna stick my knife in if im lyin tell me now if god was pissed he would strike me down i wouldnt blame em thats jus liife and i wouldnt be lyin if u inspired me

r.i.p. pac