You
Never Know
[Verse 1]
She was on her way to becoming
a college graduate
Wouldn't even stop to talk
to the average kid
The type of latina I'd sit
and contemplate marriage with
Fuck the horse and carriage
shit, her love was never for hire
Disciplined, intellectual
beauty's what I desire
Flyer than Salma Hayek or
Jennifer
Lopez
Everyone told me, kickin'
it to her was hopeless
At first I just thought,
she didn't mess with broke kids
The thug niggaz always talking
about, how they smoke kids
But the rich-sniff-coke
kids got no play
"I'm not even interested"
is what her body language would say
Everyone around the way,
gave up trying to get in it
It didn't matter how good
your game was, she wasn't with it
On the block, bitches was
jealous, but wouldn't admit it
Talk shit, and deny to everyone
that they did it
'Cause they regreted the
long list of niggaz that they let hit it
And no one ever gave them
shit except McDonald's and did-dick
Smoking weed with thoughts
of envy, whenever they lit it
She smoked intelligently
and they bit it, always trying to copy
But when they tried to use
her vocab, they sounded sloppy
She had a style, all her
own, respectful and pure
I was sick in the head for
her, and there wasn't a cure
[Hook - Jean Grae]
Don't you know that, time
waits for no man
Not fate, it's all planned
I'm blessed just to know
you
I've loved and I've lost
just to hold you all night
Can't find, a reason why
God came, to you and I
If I had the chance again,
I'd never let you go
Hold tight to your love,
'cause you never know
[Verse 2]
Her eyes are brown and beautiful,
yet empty and sad
I used to talk to her occasionally,
and she was glad
That I wasn't just another
nigga trying to get in it
So every now and then we'd
stop and talk for a minute
I didn't have a gimmick
so the minutes turned to hours
On her birthday, I gave
her a poem with flowers
Then I took her out to dinner
after her cousin's baby shower
We talked about, power to
the people and such
We spent more time together
but it was never enough
I never tried to sneak a
touch, or even cop a feel
I was too interested, in
keeping it real
Perfectly honest and complete,
she would always call me "carino,"
And never Technique, bought
me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks
Forever changing the expression
of my thoughts when I speak
It was because of her, I
even deaded all of my freaks
She convinced me, to stop
hangin' out on the streets
To stop robbin' and stealin',
from people like you
Instead I took her out to
the Apollo and the Bronxu
We sailed in Barrio (?)
and the Metropolitan too
Got to the point when I
was either with her or my crew
So I decided one day, to
tell her my feelings was true
I couldn't live without
her so I told her, facing my fears
But honey's only response,
was a face full of tears
She could only sob hysterically,
holding me tight
I tried to speak, but she
wouldn't stop until I left sight
I felt like a moth who got
himself too close to the light
Except I didn't burn, I
turned cold after that night
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I went on with my life,
college and my career
Ended up locked up like
an animal for a year
Where the C.O.'s talk to
you like they were the overseer
Then I got sent to the hole,
when my exit was near
At night in my cell, I'd
close my eyes and I'd see her
Hold her close in my dreams,
but when I woke she disappeared
Just an empty cell until
the state gave me parole in the summer
came back, in tact and on
track
But the fact of the matter,
is I still felt cold
Even after my mother, hugged
me, cryin' at home
My real niggaz would catch
me thinkin', out of my zone
Fuckin' lots of different
women, but I still felt alone
Relatively well-known around
the New York underground
But I kept thinking of her
and how we used to be down
The sound of her voice,
and the beautiful smell of her hair
Though gone physically,
somehow it was still there
I had to do something, because
the shit was too much to bear
So I went and visited the
building where she used to live
The world looks a lot different
after you do a bid
The way your life done changed
While primitive minds (are)
still stuck in the same game
Like her cousin who was
on the corner slangin' cocaine
Stepped in the lobby and
tapped the button next to her last name
Her mom buzzed me up and
hugged me up, like a mother oughta
But her facial expression
changed, when I asked about her daughter
[Hook]
[Verse 4]
She told me that there was
a note for me, that was left behind
She had left it there waiting,
for such a long time
I was inclined to ask about
it but she brought it up first
I saw a tear swelling up
in her eye, and then she cursed
She told me where the letter
was and I started thinking the worst
Reversed my position, stepped
over and opened the door
And sure enough there was
an envelope with my name on the floor
"Nobody loves you more than
me carino" is what the letter said
"By the time you get to read
this, I'll probably be dead
But when you left in '97
a part of me went to Heaven
I thank God at least I got
to know what love really was
But it hurt me, to see what
true love really does
'Cause even though we never
made love, you were all that there was
It was because I loved you
so much that I had to make you leave
You made me doubt the way
I thought, you made me want to believe
And then I slipped up, and
I let you get close to me
It was hard to not be openly
when people spoke to me
This was not the way I thought
my life was supposed to be
Baby don't you see, I had
a blood transfusion that left me with HIV
Hoped the end exists for
me since late in 1993
I died a virgin, I wish
I could've given myself to you
I cried in the hospital
because there was no one else but you
Promise that you'll meet
me in paradise inevitably
No matter what, I'll keep
your love forever with me"
What happened for the rest
of the day is still a blur
But I remember wishing that
I was dead, instead of her
She was buried on August
3rd
The story ends without a
sequel
And now you know why Technique,
don't fucking fall in love with people
Hold the person that you
love closely if they're next to you
The one you love, not the
person that'll simply have sex with you
Appreciate them to the fullest
extent, and then beyond
'Cause you never really
know what you got, until it's gone
Dance With
the Devil
[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose
real name was William
his primary concern, was
making a million
being the illest hustler,
that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars
and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind,
at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father
and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but
forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously
grew colder
he started hanging out selling
bags in the projects
checking the young chicks,
looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material
objects
but he understood money
never bought respect
he build a reputation cause
he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't
hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled
with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like
this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's
at other people
he feeded for props like
addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove
to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man
with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto
breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out
of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil,
smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling
trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife
never face the consequences
you propably only did a
month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if
he had another chance
but then again there's always
the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil
on a code cell block
but thats what happens when
you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods,
angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because
we're burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing
niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back,
in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little
shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers
and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making
money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted
to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface
fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz
treating him the same
he wanted to be major like
the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step
to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking
coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun,
can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt
can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker
up in a club
but only a real thug can
stab someone till they die
standing in front of them,
starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these
men were well guarded
and they wanted to test
him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch
to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between
going back to his life
or making money with made
men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and
ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all
he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday
night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects
slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking
and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman
on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming
back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got
out the car and followed her
walking through the projects,
the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around
her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got
your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and
grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby
that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they
forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and
then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck
up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face,
but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the
bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew
exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they
cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the
cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded
to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first,
but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking
her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for
god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and
she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled
out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was
a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he
was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for
a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and
put the gun right to her head
(Sample from "Survival of
the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't
turn back
I'm falling and I can't
turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the
trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold
pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing
along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head,
and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him
start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into
the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and
cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully,
than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped,
he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully
changed his fate
and he remembered how his
mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing,
cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the
woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky
cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded,
cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what
it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the
roof and died with no soul
they say death take you
to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his
mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story
that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy
Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows
me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing
among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher
listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right
next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the
hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and
black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive
destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods
children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because
we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants
to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the
devil might last you forever
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