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.
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I work the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular surface the pen lands on
The camera stands on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National Geographic a magic
With Tailormade status and plus favored is automatic, uh!
We're not balling
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
We're not balling or shot callin'
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
Melancholy, mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big rings, fat chains, and y'all quest for the same
No name, use fame, strictly new to the thang
We stay true to the game and never bring it to shame
We tight like dreadlocks or Redd Foxx and Ripple
We pass participles, and smash the artist in you
The saga continues, this I won't get into
'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through
Yo
We still the same with a little fame
A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed
We in the game but, yo not to be vain
I refrain from salt grains to season up my name
We entertain for a mutual gain from close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour
We're not balling
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
We're not balling or shot callin'
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
Music, that music (hip hop music)
Music, that music (hip hop music)
Music, that music (hip hop music)
Music, that music (hip hop music)
Music, that music (hip hop music) (turn it up, turn it up without a doubt)
Music, that music (hip hop music) (turn it up, turn it up without a doubt)
Music, that music (hip hop music) (turn it up, turn it up without a doubt)
Music, that music (hip hop music) (turn it up, turn it up without a doubt)
Yo
Well, it's the verbal Herman Munster
The word enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floor
I been in dark places, catch you when you stark naked
Your heart races as we pump you for your chart spaces
The taut traces be bringing these hot styles through
Some of you bum a few chairs from shock value
Word power can plow through acres of cornfields
Paragraphs cut like warm steel, perform ill
We're not balling
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
We're not balling or shot callin'
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
I work the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular surface the pen lands on
The camera stands on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National Geographic a magic
With Tailormade status and plus favored is automatic, uh!
We're not balling
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
We're not balling or shot callin'
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
Melancholy, mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big rings, fat chains, and y'all quest for the same
No name, use fame, strictly new to the thang
We stay true to the game and never bring it to shame
We tight like dreadlocks or Redd Foxx and Ripple
We pass participles, and smash the artist in you
The saga continues, this I won't get into
'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through
Yo
We still the same with a little fame
A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed
We in the game but, yo not to be vain
I refrain from salt grains to season up my name
We entertain for a mutual gain from close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour
We're not balling
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
We're not balling or shot callin'
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
Music, that music (hip hop music)
Music, that music (hip hop music)
Music, that music (hip hop music)
Music, that music (hip hop music)
Music, that music (hip hop music) (turn it up, turn it up without a doubt)
Music, that music (hip hop music) (turn it up, turn it up without a doubt)
Music, that music (hip hop music) (turn it up, turn it up without a doubt)
Music, that music (hip hop music) (turn it up, turn it up without a doubt)
Yo
Well, it's the verbal Herman Munster
The word enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floor
I been in dark places, catch you when you stark naked
Your heart races as we pump you for your chart spaces
The taut traces be bringing these hot styles through
Some of you bum a few chairs from shock value
Word power can plow through acres of cornfields
Paragraphs cut like warm steel, perform ill
We're not balling
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
We're not balling or shot callin'
We take it back to the days of "yes y'all-in'"
We holding onto what's golden
On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'
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