You lived with us, You died for us
You was our brother, and to some even a father
You told us to keep our head up
You helped us say Dear Mama
We can't see you but we feel you
Because you always gave us the real you
They misunderstood you, We related to your struggle
They judged you, We loved you
You're gone, but never forgotten
Your presence is too big for us to ignore
And when its time for us to meet again
Can you ask God to open up the door
You Got The Juice
R.I.P Pac (June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996)
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