2Pac - Spirit Remains ft DMX

[Intro] Ayo, the world’s twisted. They got us fightin' each other while they countin' they riches. I ain't here to pick no sides, I'm here to speak for the voiceless. Feel me? [Verse 1] I see the streets bleedin’, media feedin’ the fire, Politicians puppeteers, they just preach to the choir. Sellin' hope like dope, keep the masses asleep, But the ghetto's still hungry, and the pain run deep. Yo, they paintin' pictures of a world that's fake, Behind closed doors, they decide our fate. They got laws for the poor, but the rich run free, While they lock my brothers up for a dime bag of tree. Man, fuck their walls while they breakin’ our homes, Families split up, left to struggle alone. Claimin’ land of the free, but the shackles still tight, Got us fightin' for crumbs in the dead of the night. [Hook] I see the chaos, the lies in disguise, They wanna divide while my people just die. You can’t cage the truth; it’s too real to be chained, I’m Pac in these rhymes, and the spirit remains. [Verse 2] They crucified X ‘cause his heart spoke raw, Gave ‘em pain in his prayers, but they called it a flaw. Industry snakes fed the fame, starved his soul, Turned his truth into profit, then left him cold. He barked for the voiceless, a lion in chains, Preachin’ love to the broken while he fought through pain. But the world wasn’t ready for a spirit that deep, So they silenced his message while his demons would creep. Yo, I see the parallels, same game, same plot, They wanna muzzle what’s real, but the truth too hot. They praise the moguls while they prey on the youth, Behind closed doors, they exploit the truth. They used Pac, used X, now they eyein’ the next, But fuck that noise—we demand respect! They write us off as crazy when we break their mold, Call us rebels ‘cause we won’t let our stories be sold. But I’m a poet with purpose, can’t be controlled, And the fire they fear? Yo, it burns in my soul. [Hook] I see the chaos, the lies in disguise, They wanna divide while my people just die. You can’t cage the truth; it’s too real to be chained, I’m Pac in these rhymes, and the spirit remains. [Bridge] They tell us we divided, but the pain is the same, It’s the color of survival, not the skin or the name. We all bleed, we all cry, we all dream of the light, But they keep us in the dark while they feast on the fight. I speak for the hopeless, the kids in the trap, For the mothers holdin’ tears, tryna bridge what we lack. For the fathers lost to war, both abroad and at home, For my n*ggas in the cells, left to rot on their own. [Verse 3] They scared of the power when the people unite, So they flood us with fear, keep us blind to the fight. But I’m a spark in the storm, light a flame in the rain, Every verse that I spit, breakin’ link after chain. Yo, I’m Malcolm with the pen, Huey with the rage, Pac with the message, I’m the voice of the age. They can bury my body, but my words gon’ breathe, I’m the rose from the concrete, can’t silence these seeds. [Hook] I see the chaos, the lies in disguise, They wanna divide while my people just die. You can’t cage the truth; it’s too real to be chained, I’m Pac in these rhymes, and the spirit remains.