[Intro: Nas]
Yo, I WONDER if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley
got blazed before they told stories
WELL, I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories
I saw on tv today, this man lost his son, his son died
So he had him cremated, took his ashes, and then made it to a Diamond ring
Now he watches his son shine everyday
I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yea
[Outro: Nas (over the hook)]
I could smell old bogey cigars
Long record perfumes, smellin' just as sweet, ha-ha
Me and my wife K, flyin' in a drop-top like Ruby and Ottis Davis baby
Knaw'mean?, yo man, I get smoked out, and start thinkin' about
HATTIE McDaniel got a Oscar, for playin' Mami in 'Gone With The Wind'
And she didn't get allowed, wasn't even allowed to go to the premier
Could'ya'believe that?, couldn't go to premier to her joint
Tssk. man, you know they were strong back then man
Blunt from my ash tray, nothin' gon' to live past me, yea, yea, yea
this is a deep song, to a suburbanite white guy this song sounds like just a high ramble. but when you get down to it its almost a tribute to all the past african american peoples and it poses the question is what ever your dealing with real that bad compared to what they went through.
[Intro: Nas] Yo, I WONDER if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley got blazed before they told stories WELL, I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories I saw on tv today, this man lost his son, his son died So he had him cremated, took his ashes, and then made it to a Diamond ring Now he watches his son shine everyday I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yea
[Outro: Nas (over the hook)] I could smell old bogey cigars Long record perfumes, smellin' just as sweet, ha-ha Me and my wife K, flyin' in a drop-top like Ruby and Ottis Davis baby Knaw'mean?, yo man, I get smoked out, and start thinkin' about HATTIE McDaniel got a Oscar, for playin' Mami in 'Gone With The Wind' And she didn't get allowed, wasn't even allowed to go to the premier Could'ya'believe that?, couldn't go to premier to her joint Tssk. man, you know they were strong back then man Blunt from my ash tray, nothin' gon' to live past me, yea, yea, yea
this is a deep song, to a suburbanite white guy this song sounds like just a high ramble. but when you get down to it its almost a tribute to all the past african american peoples and it poses the question is what ever your dealing with real that bad compared to what they went through.