"A Life in the Day of Benjamin Andre (Incomplete)" as written by and Andre Benjamin....
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia,
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, “yea nigga right”
But you gave me your number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder. How’s about dem oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, to pay for that shit, you danced.
To get your pants was a mission impos-sible.
We were both the same age but I, suppose
Wasn't on the same page, but in
The same book of life so I paged you when
I felt that you were getting off of work,
Or either when you on your way to school,
We started hangin’ like Ernie and Bert,
And in my idle head I’m thinking cool.
Just when I think I’m goin’ down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now.
The events that followed
Had me volleyed if your hometown
Would be, heaven or hell.
The angelic nastiness you possessed
Made you by far the best
Therefore, hard to tell.
You dropped me off by the dungeon,
Never came in but I knew that you were wonderin’:
“Now are these niggas in this house up to something’
Sellin’ crack sack by sack so they can function?”
W-w-well, yes and no
Yes we were sellin’ it, but no is wasn't blow.
Cook it in the basement and move it at a show,
Grab the microphone and everybody yelled “Ho!”
Meanwhile the video starts playin’
BET college radio in a van
Packed full of niggas with a blunt in they hand
And one in they ear, you know what I'm sayin’.
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam-roam.
So it took me a minute to retrieve 7 digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home.
But when I got home I never did,
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur who replied “see ya later”
When he got the good news, that's life, shit.
Now I’m 19 with a Cadillac
My nigga had a Lex, with the gold pack.
Got a plaque but I’m livin’ with my pop-pop
So I got a glock and a low-jack.
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much cuz half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you wanna be
That words only fucked it up more, follow me.
Are you starting to gather what I’m getting at?
Now if I’m losing you, tell me, and ill double back
But keep in mind at the time “keep it real” was the phrase
Silly when said it now, but those were the days
When spring break, and Daytona,
And freak-niks, made you wanna
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south, but that ain't a Kodak
Moment, on went, myself and Big Boi, well you knew him as Twan
That's right you were around before this shit begun.
Well Twan had a daughter and sorta
Was made to mature before the first tour.
We hit the road like jack,
Laughed and cried
And drived it back with some ‘ac.
Girls used to say, “Y’all talk funny, y’all from the islands?”
Without laughin’, they just keep smiling
“No, I’m from Atlanta baby,
He from savannah maybe
We should hook up and get tore up,
And then lay down, hey we
Gotta go cuz the bus is pullin’ out in 30 minutes
She's playin’ tennis disturbin’ the tenants.
15 - Love, fit like glove
Description is like, 15 doves
In a jacuzzi catchin’ the holy ghost
Makin’ one woozy in head and comatose, agreed?
Enough about me, how’s about you,
How’s the little kid?
She was about two the last time we spoke.
I haven't smoked or took a shot of drink
Cuz I started the second album off on another note.
Now, that note threw some niggas in the hood off
But see I balled out, and before I falled out
I slowed my 'lac down to a nice speed
The brain is that fried egg I might need.
New direction was apparent
I was a child looking at the floor starin’
So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast
Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street.
To make bread, never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn.
I'd meet muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas,
And macaroni niggas - impostas.
So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
I get invited to a club where M.C.s at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her hair
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with
Which I was rockin’ at the time
When I was goin’ through them phases tryin’ to find
Anything that seemed real in the world
Still searchin’ but I started liking this girl.
Now you know her, as Erica on and on Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone, why you
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me, hm, that ain't my name.
Well young in love, in short, we had fun
No regrets, no abortion, had a son,
By the name of Seven, and he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six.
You do the arithmetic, me do the language arts
Y’all stand against the wall blindfolded,
Me throw the darts, to poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury transportationment, a Marta card.
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that's been sittin’ in his yard.
You fix it up, you trick it out,
You give it rims, you give it bump,
You give it all your time cuz that's all you can think about.
And that's as far as I got…



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    General CommentAndre tells the story of the women he's been with. Amazing album closer.
    molofanon March 26, 2006   Link
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    General CommentAmazing song to close an amazing album in The Love Below.
    cmill216on November 20, 2006   Link
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    General CommentOne of the greatest hip-hop songs I've ever heard. A five-minute verse that tells a story with enough depth to fill ten novels. I especially love how he talks about Cadillacs in the beginning, and then comes back to it at the end...a song that's cyclical and elliptic. It's a song about missed connections, and the singsong lyrics, with its off-kilter rhyme schemes, supports this - nothing rhymes how you think it would, but it all falls together like acrobats catching each other at the last moment. He talks about the women in his life (two in particular), technology, the nature of art ("you stand blindfolded against the wall, we throw the darts, to poke you in the heart"), and just about everything else. The unreliability of language is a theme here (there are the people who try to guess Andre's Jamaican from his accent, and there's that line about the kid who never spoke because words fucked it up), as is lost love, both with regrets and without. I may be eading too much into it, but it's one of the greatest hip-hop songs ever, and I can only assume he spent a month or so working out the lyrics. It's like he knew he had made an album without any rap, so he poured it all into this one rap song. And the beat is slammin' too. A perfect song.
    Runavahaon March 04, 2009   Link

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