This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
[Intro: Stres and (Akin)]
Yeah. (We summon forces). We summon forces. African prototypes. We summon the forces of our ancestors. We come from strong lines. Strong lines. (Prototypes). We do this. We do we. We do we
[Verse 1: Stres]
Since my youth I’ve commenced and vibed with the truth
Inside, I was intense. Youth was innocent
I bless with my mom's arms, caress from forms of harm
Yes, we born to progress
I hardly can recall—partly from withdrawal trauma
Partly from the scum up, but my mama, she pardoned me
To see her angel take form regardless
Entangled in divided states
The storm of retarded hits the hardest
Conformed and separated in states they parted
On color lines. My mother shine. Listen (What?)
She cultured me to be divine. I’m
Here to be sincere. In time, I’ll disappear—that’s fine
'Long as wrong has been declined and the unjust
Crushed, injustice rushed—this just us
So we fight on the slave ship from all that slave shit
United, leave this bitch. Seen as you please
I bring my ease to this shit. Please believe
This moment, they don’t want it 'cause we joining—it's an omen
Long as we lost, roaming. Foaming in the dust
Zone-independent, we adjust to this unjustice
Sinning of recessive cloning. Aggressive killer
The dollar bill the father of all falls
All divides choose sides. We tryna change tides
We gain strides. We aim high
No, this ain’t about bling, God
Nah
[Bridge: Akin and (Stres)]
Nah, this ain’t about bling, God (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t about bling, God (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t about bling, God (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t about... It’s about redemption
Birth. Acceptance. Disturbed. Great
Hurt. Hate. Break
We are, are, are, are, are... (African Prototypes)
[Verse 2: Akin]
Superstar, boom-bap rhyme fiend, misfit
Dark child, schoolboy write life, spit sick
Succumbing to world like boy does a girl, yo
Can’t live with or without this feel of
Solitude's shrug—no love
See, they laughed when I finally spoke, so mom, I need a hug
Squeeze me and tell me I'm beautiful
Don’t put me in a class with people that’s cruel to
A brown-skinned immigrant. I really can’t take it
"Yo, I heard in Africa, they run around naked"
Nah, nigga. Fuck you—how can I coexist with ignorant
Assholes taught by a system acknowledging hatred and Bush manifesto?
That was like '89—it's hard to forget those days
In the classroom. I’m writing down poetry
Words on a paper to escape pain close to me
Stres and he understanding truth in the gospel
Believing in Jesus—not. Fuck apostles
I'm voice in a crowd. Young, black, and proud, y'all
Redemption caught in the momentary bliss
'Cause the monetary world got a nigga balling fists
[Outro: Akin and (Stres)]
(Prototypes). African prototypes. (African prototypes). Redemption. We are (African prototypes. We African prototypes). We are justified. (African prototypes). Realness. We are (We African prototype)
Yeah. (We summon forces). We summon forces. African prototypes. We summon the forces of our ancestors. We come from strong lines. Strong lines. (Prototypes). We do this. We do we. We do we
[Verse 1: Stres]
Since my youth I’ve commenced and vibed with the truth
Inside, I was intense. Youth was innocent
I bless with my mom's arms, caress from forms of harm
Yes, we born to progress
I hardly can recall—partly from withdrawal trauma
Partly from the scum up, but my mama, she pardoned me
To see her angel take form regardless
Entangled in divided states
The storm of retarded hits the hardest
Conformed and separated in states they parted
On color lines. My mother shine. Listen (What?)
She cultured me to be divine. I’m
Here to be sincere. In time, I’ll disappear—that’s fine
'Long as wrong has been declined and the unjust
Crushed, injustice rushed—this just us
So we fight on the slave ship from all that slave shit
United, leave this bitch. Seen as you please
I bring my ease to this shit. Please believe
This moment, they don’t want it 'cause we joining—it's an omen
Long as we lost, roaming. Foaming in the dust
Zone-independent, we adjust to this unjustice
Sinning of recessive cloning. Aggressive killer
The dollar bill the father of all falls
All divides choose sides. We tryna change tides
We gain strides. We aim high
No, this ain’t about bling, God
Nah
[Bridge: Akin and (Stres)]
Nah, this ain’t about bling, God (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t about bling, God (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t about bling, God (Nah)
Nah, this ain’t about... It’s about redemption
Birth. Acceptance. Disturbed. Great
Hurt. Hate. Break
We are, are, are, are, are... (African Prototypes)
[Verse 2: Akin]
Superstar, boom-bap rhyme fiend, misfit
Dark child, schoolboy write life, spit sick
Succumbing to world like boy does a girl, yo
Can’t live with or without this feel of
Solitude's shrug—no love
See, they laughed when I finally spoke, so mom, I need a hug
Squeeze me and tell me I'm beautiful
Don’t put me in a class with people that’s cruel to
A brown-skinned immigrant. I really can’t take it
"Yo, I heard in Africa, they run around naked"
Nah, nigga. Fuck you—how can I coexist with ignorant
Assholes taught by a system acknowledging hatred and Bush manifesto?
That was like '89—it's hard to forget those days
In the classroom. I’m writing down poetry
Words on a paper to escape pain close to me
Stres and he understanding truth in the gospel
Believing in Jesus—not. Fuck apostles
I'm voice in a crowd. Young, black, and proud, y'all
Redemption caught in the momentary bliss
'Cause the monetary world got a nigga balling fists
[Outro: Akin and (Stres)]
(Prototypes). African prototypes. (African prototypes). Redemption. We are (African prototypes. We African prototypes). We are justified. (African prototypes). Realness. We are (We African prototype)
Lyrics submitted by CloudEater
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