Dear Diary

10-3-07

The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shit

Images like CNN but worse shit

I would down the whole Pinot Gris

But I'd see the Group Home without the Premo beats

And it hurts my soul

I'm a Warrior so though the odds is against a nigga Dirk gon choke

Some people confide in the person that they sleep with

Ive learned theres no such thing as a secret (oh)

I can't describe the feeling I get

You was riding shotgun I was wheeling the whip

Shit I even let you rock out

Being Bill Belichick tapin from the sidelines stealin my shit

But dawg you was like a mini me

Mocked me envied me turns out you was blowin hot air Kenny G

But you was cool accepted you instantly

Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies

And though we share a few memories

A couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemy

See phony people like phony people

Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people

Look when you invite the nerds to the cool table

shit is bound to break up like a pool table Some wack dudes'll start feeling like the shit

And you thinkin its you its really where you sit

Or maybe you was neglected

Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked hes dying to be accepted (oh)

I did that just the way you was

Now you a stranger nothing like the way you was

But uh you not real you not Rachel

You not Worm you not Dill shit you not chill

I thought you had some (?)

fuck the fake shit I'm really feelin that you tryna screw me

And you a lil smarter than the average dude

So it took a nigga just a lil longer to see

They tried to warn me fought with my girl every night about you

shit only hurts cause she was right about you

She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one

I keep telling her chill I don't care none

I got another side I never showed to you

The side where everybody is disposable

See relationships are never a threat

Cause Ill erase the history and act like we never met

Become done giving a fuck and done callin

I got your e-mail I was done way before then (oh)

Dear Diary I don't wanna keep shit inside of me

Id rather just speak to you privately

Maybe its my mood as far as I can see

Theres really no point in having this guy with me

Change from the days of us getting in your truck

Its bigger than one song its bigger than a buck

Its bigger than me bigger than buck

Bigger than voodoo its bigger than luck shit its bigger than us

I always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way (when)

When I'm really the fool for tryna teach'em

When the blinds leading the blind you can't reach'em

If niggas aint as hungry as you then why feed'em

Niggas aint tryna be lead then why lead'em

Having big problems with your dogs why breed'em

Ill keep my part up keep my guard up

Was like Thundercats but changed faster than Cheetara

Just a small part of a larger issue

Sometimes acceptance is so hard to get to

But we all equal no one lower or above me

I love my team just as much as they love me

If not more

If I turn the knob we all going through the door I aint coming back for yall

The whole crew feel the same as me

How could you ignore something so plain to see

I'm being ig'nant that get on my nerves every minute

What's plain to some is really Burberry printed

Being so real sometimes is a slow kill

We was one squad you broke out like Mike Schofield

I want fillet mignon you want oatmeal

Add up our differences equals up to no meal

No mills yup no deal why you gotta chase shit

To know its no thrills

For real a nigga still beefin with his baby momma (BUT)

Only thing my baby aint a baby no more

Hit her on MySpace maybe she aint shady no more

Sent old girl a message no reply but she read it

Some things are so embedded and our heads is

Looking for O's but get X's, dealing wit ya exes

I was one long line away from the Tetris

She sent me the L that sent me to hell

To the point where I was ignoring my son

I don't see him don't talk to him

I don't greet him don't walk wit him

But I pay for him like hes an object

No matter how right I am in court I can't object

Dear Diary how could she deny me

How she go to bed without her fuckin wit her psyche

Is she wrong using him so I can come back (or)

Or am I wrong for wishing I could get my cum back

Looking for sun all I see is the hail

How I'm gon trust All I see is betrayal

Its like they keep trying more and more to subdue me

And only you understand signed by yours truly