Echoes of 2pac

Yeah, we reminisce,

Back to those days,

When the legends would blaze,

In the light of the stage.

Late nights in the city, the air full of dreams,

Two kings rose up, or so it seems,

Pac with the passion, Biggie with the flow,

They painted the struggle, let the whole world know.

From the corners of Brooklyn to the streets of L.A.,

Their words like a fire that never fades away,

They taught us to hustle, to fight for the throne,

In a world of chaos, we never felt alone.

Oh, how the times have changed,

But their sounds remain,

In the heart of the game,

Never fading away.

I miss the music, I miss the flows,

The spirit of the streets in every line that they wrote.

Their laughter, their struggles, still echo in my mind,

In a world without legends, we’re just running out of time.

Two voices united, a sound we can't forget,

With stories of pain, love, and respect,

Pac showed us life with his heart on his sleeve,

While Biggie dropped wisdom we still can believe.

They broke down the walls and built up the hope,

Reminded us all how to love and to cope,

With beats that are timeless, they’ll never grow old,

In every generation, their stories are told.

Oh, how the times have changed,

But their sounds remain,

In the heart of the game,

Never fading away.

I miss the music, I miss the flows,

The spirit of the streets in every line that they wrote.

Their laughter, their struggles, still echo in my mind,

In a world without legends, we’re just running out of time.

So let's raise a glass, to the kings we adore,

In our hearts forever, their legends will soar.

With the sound of the streets and the beat of the night,

We carry the torch, and we’ll keep the flame bright.

Yeah, I miss Tupac, I miss B.I.G.,

The essence of the rhythm, forever they’ll be.

In the echoes of the past, their legacy lives on,

In every single heartbeat, their spirits are strong.