There are those that profess his existence. There are those that resurrect him via voodoo hologram tricks. And there is the Pac, rhymes echoing for eternity since the anniversary of his death on this day in 1996.

Of all his ghetto-tinged social commentary and dark humor-laced rhymes, “Changes,” dropped posthumously in 1998, was his most infamous, and ahead of its time, citing myriad issues from police brutality to ingrained racisms as hurdles America just can’t seem to jump, even foreshadowing the election of a black president.

Sampling Bruce Hornsby and the Range‘s piano twinkle of a pop ballad, “The Way it Is,” Shakur’s sermonizing has yet to buckle at the test of time:

I see no changes. All I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races we under
I wonder what it takes to make this one better place
Let’s erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people, they’ll be acting right
‘Cause both black and white are smokin’ crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent,
We ain’t ready to see a black President, uhh