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"
"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans"
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money made of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a parasite economy
In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker gotta sell her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from single to hoe
As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how they livin fat
(One two three) everybody get a gat
Ahhhhhh yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls... are made of
But if we're made of that who made us
and what can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to tame us
here's a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days when I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the President didn't like us
Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew what a right was
And a left and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got
That's why I was constantly red, black, and blue
Boots, Boots, Boots, you want to throw some shots out?
Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
Ay, but ain't this a freestyle?
Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free
Hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway
Awright fuckit, who y'all want to throw some shots out to?
Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
Aight, they the new masters up in the White House and everything
Let's throw some shots out
Yeah
Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and everything
but I think we need a goodbye for his ass
Uh-huh
See-ya!
Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
The who?
You know who they are, awright
Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
Yeah whassup wit him?
Awright
Got him!
Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D.,
The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay
Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D.
Awright, load up
Yeah, here's a loaded club for yo' ass
Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads?
Ay check it out
I can't stand dem fools
Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool
Yeah, got em!
Ay, what about these sellout motherfuckers!
Who?
You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
Who else?
Tom Bradley
Who else?
David Dinkins, ay, line em up
Yeah be true to the game
Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do?
Let's get the fuck up outta here
Aight cool, we out
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money made of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a parasite economy
In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker gotta sell her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from single to hoe
As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how they livin fat
(One two three) everybody get a gat
Ahhhhhh yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls... are made of
But if we're made of that who made us
and what can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to tame us
here's a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days when I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the President didn't like us
Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew what a right was
And a left and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got
That's why I was constantly red, black, and blue
Boots, Boots, Boots, you want to throw some shots out?
Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
Ay, but ain't this a freestyle?
Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free
Hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway
Awright fuckit, who y'all want to throw some shots out to?
Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
Aight, they the new masters up in the White House and everything
Let's throw some shots out
Yeah
Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and everything
but I think we need a goodbye for his ass
Uh-huh
See-ya!
Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
The who?
You know who they are, awright
Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
Yeah whassup wit him?
Awright
Got him!
Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D.,
The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay
Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D.
Awright, load up
Yeah, here's a loaded club for yo' ass
Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads?
Ay check it out
I can't stand dem fools
Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool
Yeah, got em!
Ay, what about these sellout motherfuckers!
Who?
You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
Who else?
Tom Bradley
Who else?
David Dinkins, ay, line em up
Yeah be true to the game
Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do?
Let's get the fuck up outta here
Aight cool, we out
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[B] Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
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[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
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[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
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[B] Tom Bradley
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[B] David Dinkins, ay, line em up
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