I heard a rumor I died, Murdered in cold blood dramatized, Pictures of me in my final state, You know mama cried, But that was fiction, Some coward got the story twisted, Like I no longer existed, Mysteriously missin', I'm known worldwide baby, I ain't hard to find.

While I'm dreaming, Wake up screaming, Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.

If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day.

Many dreams is what we had and plenty wishes.

There ain't no place like paradise.

Tupac the son of the Black Panther, and Tupac the rider. Those are the two people inside of me. I was raised off those ideals.

That girl can barely spell her name.