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"
They don't give a fuck
So I don't give a fuck
Makes me want to holler
Throw up both my hands
Moving through the L.A. streets with the homeboys
Dipping in the toy having Chips Ahoy
Cookies and these rookies still can't see us
A lot of people want to be us cause we's the O.G.'s
Real East side riders from the hood
And I wish niggas would
Come at me like it's all good
If y'all could you'd probably do the same thing
Rap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gang bang
And it's a goddamn shame, but
Now the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up
Sagging with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets
Think they ain't? They even spray paint the sprockets
On they bike, yelling, "What that East side like?"
Getting high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike
Books collect dust on they shelf
Parents either dead or gone, so they raise they self
But who cares
Some talk about killing, some hear about it, some do it
Some can't handle it, and others just numb to it
You think we got problems? They the ones
Cause kids is having kids, and kids is having guns
Ask yours daughters and sons what they learning in school
And watch them look at you like you a fool
All they learn is how to smoke a ?bidi
How to do a tatoo, use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti
The t.v and the radio is raisin them
Parents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazing them
A single mother out working like a slave
Ain't no home cooked meal, just a microwave Oven
What happened to the loving?
Good taste done been replaced by pushing, and shoving
It all started at home with the family
Now we can't save them, or can we?
Who cares
Makes me want to holler
Throw up both my hands
They don't give a fuck
So I don't give a fuck
Don't nobody care what happen to us
Except God Almighty, in whom we trust
I bust rhymes like these for a reason
Cause for everything up under the sun it's a season
To live and die, laugh and cry
Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why
And they don't even try to learn
By letting the five Percent teach them, it's like they rather burn
And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill
It's harder to save, than it is to kill
As we spill each other blood in the streets
I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet
Another child just got shot down
Now what's the chances that they not black and not brown?
A lot of people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare
But they don't really care
Makes me want to holler
Throw up both my hands
They don't give a fuck
So I don't give a fuck
So I don't give a fuck
Makes me want to holler
Throw up both my hands
Moving through the L.A. streets with the homeboys
Dipping in the toy having Chips Ahoy
Cookies and these rookies still can't see us
A lot of people want to be us cause we's the O.G.'s
Real East side riders from the hood
And I wish niggas would
Come at me like it's all good
If y'all could you'd probably do the same thing
Rap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gang bang
And it's a goddamn shame, but
Now the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up
Sagging with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets
Think they ain't? They even spray paint the sprockets
On they bike, yelling, "What that East side like?"
Getting high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike
Books collect dust on they shelf
Parents either dead or gone, so they raise they self
But who cares
Some talk about killing, some hear about it, some do it
Some can't handle it, and others just numb to it
You think we got problems? They the ones
Cause kids is having kids, and kids is having guns
Ask yours daughters and sons what they learning in school
And watch them look at you like you a fool
All they learn is how to smoke a ?bidi
How to do a tatoo, use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti
The t.v and the radio is raisin them
Parents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazing them
A single mother out working like a slave
Ain't no home cooked meal, just a microwave Oven
What happened to the loving?
Good taste done been replaced by pushing, and shoving
It all started at home with the family
Now we can't save them, or can we?
Who cares
Makes me want to holler
Throw up both my hands
They don't give a fuck
So I don't give a fuck
Don't nobody care what happen to us
Except God Almighty, in whom we trust
I bust rhymes like these for a reason
Cause for everything up under the sun it's a season
To live and die, laugh and cry
Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why
And they don't even try to learn
By letting the five Percent teach them, it's like they rather burn
And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill
It's harder to save, than it is to kill
As we spill each other blood in the streets
I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet
Another child just got shot down
Now what's the chances that they not black and not brown?
A lot of people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare
But they don't really care
Makes me want to holler
Throw up both my hands
They don't give a fuck
So I don't give a fuck
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Who Cares Lyrics as written by Gordon Mcginnis Kam
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