I was 6 years old,when I first heard 2pac,
At that time he was still alive,
He still had luck.
When he died,all my hopes
Exploded like the soap bubble,
And for the whole life,
He became my role model.
At time he died I was just at school secondary,
Why did you die,Shakur,
I've heard you said goodbye to everybody?
In your songs,Tupac,
You talked too much about death,
Don't sing about death,rappers,with it you shouldn't mess.
The death off you,
Was a great loss for USA,
Your country lost the heroes like Malcolm X and MLK.
Tell me,America,how many more rappers will die,
Will you start to respect the people making living with the miss?
You had a fruitful life,Shakur,
But you lived still too few,
Wherever you are,Tupac,
You still have all eyes on you. Not any rapper gonna be like You,
But all of them always sing about You.
And since left,the world wouldn't be the same.
I'm playing for the rapper with the famous name...
Tell me,how many time passed since you died,
Tell me,how many tears since that were cried,
Tell me,how many chicks wanted to be your wife,
You know,so many people still believe you are alive.
It's your song,your rhymes that exist to teach us,
Tell me,who killed you,2pac,
We will find the bitches.
Cause we will judge them for the crime in slient New York dead end,
They don't deserve just death for killing us hip-hop legend.
On 13-th September 13 bullets killed you,
You passed away and took the musiv with you.
Las Vegas day was dying in the blood colored sky,
And the best rapper in the world dropped his soul,when he die...
Wherever you are,I hope,"drink out your own bottle",
And you still sing "Hit'em up" and "Ghetto Gospel".
Not any rapper gonna be like You,
But all of them always sing about You.
And since left,the world wouldn't be the same.
I'm playing for the rapper with the famous name...
От так я написав оду на честь Тупака Абдул Шакура... 
