lyrics crafted to fit an instrumental by The Roots

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HT1G9W8Ch1M

Here I come to freshen a scene in history
and let you decipher the truth of mystery
This is for the future of loving unconditionally
In a man-made sea that changes so vigorously

How will we ever learn from the life of 2pac,
when his death signifies a man's ability to self-destruct,
He dies a martyr and you tighten grip on your glock
To raise it is to aim at a bulletproof combination lock.
While the combination requires communal effort to flock,
killing only scares, and segregates the block.
You'd be doing a real deed if you would knock knock knock
On every neighbor's door to invite them out for good times with chalk.

Pac proved to me the value of word-piercing hearts,
Inching inside slowly, indefatiguable light in the dark:
So let it start on your own, loosen the grip on the rock,
With the help of your friends, evetually it'll drop.
In it's place pick up pride, and necessitate a limited stock.
Or it'll go to your head or you'll be gliding like a hawk
And simultaneously sailing away lonely from the dock,
I digress already, easy as that to talk, now let's walk.

Now back to the way Pac did it,
He signified a lot but still lived life livid.
That's not the way to go, though it's good to know,
and store in your brain as a fuel for your own show.
He knew how to address our people like a president,
telling us about change and making it evident,
though he was still addicted...
...fighting was a thing that he appropriated instead of quitted.

Just because it's out of sight doesn't make it right,
a legislation is law-bent nature dealing cards by knight
whose acts of chivalry include crusading with might,
in armor forged from the heat of a flashlight.
So let us banish it clear from the day and the night,
we have the power smother our desires to initiate the bite
Say Farewell and cut off arms like a Monty Python fight,
So we can clothe ourselves from the cause of blight.

Hemingway taught me much through The Old Man and The Sea,
And that a man is only weakened by the oblivion of his enemy.
The body is meant to be destroyed, but definitely not defeated,
That's why we're not told to trick others, or that'll be how you're treated.
A man is fickle when his pride travels too far and goes above the bar
That's mach, an inconsistent top speed, so go slow and tend to more than flow,
Becuase if that's all that matters, mindless radio
Streaming brodcast will freeze your mind to snow.
Anyone has the ability to climb over time,
Set a weapon down and verbalize a chime
As long as committment is instilled
A prophesy will be willed
The time has come to go- go- go
and reach for heights higher than Kilimanjaro.

With patience paired with courage I am slow to climb and stretch,
Call me Mr. Fantastic, Marvel at the ability of a rubber torque wrench.
Words can turn and turn around and relate to state any amount of hate,
But what matters is that Pac's hooks were smart enough to set the bait.
I admire the man for what he said, but now's the time to push it ahead,
If we're not wading our own weight, we're floating upside-downriver dead.
If you're not receiving love from where you want it,
If you're not sending love to where you want it,
If love is not its own messenger,
Then you're aiming at a world through a scope that is haunted.