Dear Diary

[Intro: Sample]

It's five o'clock, I'm just getting home

Roaming on my own

What can I tell her

That she might understand?

[Verse]

The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shit

Images like CNN but worse shit

I would down the whole Pinot Gris

But I'd see the group home without the Primo beats

And it hurts my soul

I'm a warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirk gon' choke

Some people confide in the person that they sleep with

I've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh)

I can't describe the feeling I get

You was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whip

Shit, I even let you rock out, being Bill Belichick

Tapin' from the sidelines, stealin' my shit

But dawg, you was like a mini me, mocked me, envied me

Turns out you was blowin' hot air, Kenny G

But you was cool, accepted you instantly

Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies

And though we share a few memories

Couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemy

See, phony people like phony people

Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people, look

When you invite the nerds to the cool table

Shit is bound to break up like a pool table

So wack dudes'll start feeling like the shit

And you thinkin' it's you, it's really where you sit

Or maybe you was neglected

'Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked, he's dying to be accepted (oh)

I did that, just the way you was

Now you a stranger, nothing like the way you was

But uh, you not real, you not Rachel

You not Worm, you not Dill, shit, you not chill

I thought you had some couth

Fuck the fake shit, I'm really feel that you tryna screw me

And you a little smarter than the average dude

So it took a nigga just a little longer to see

They tried to warn me, fought with my girl erry night about you

Shit only hurts cause she was right about you

She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one

I keep telling her "chill, I don't care none"

I got another side I never showed to you

The side where everybody is disposable

See, relationships are never a threat

Cause I'll erase the history and act like we never met

Become done giving a fuck and done calling

I got your e-mail, I was done way before then (oh)

Dear Diary, I don't wanna keep shit inside of me

I'd rather just speak to you privately

Maybe it's my mood, as far as I can see

There's really no point in having this guy with me

Change from the days of us getting in your truck

It's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buck

It's bigger than me, bigger than buck

Bigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, shit, it's bigger than us

I always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way (when)

When I'm really the fool for tryna teach 'em

When the blinds leading the blind you can't reach 'em

If niggas ain't as hungry as you then why feed 'em?

Niggas ain't tryna be lead then why lead 'em?

Having big problems with your dogs, why breed em?

I'll keep my part up, keep my guard up

Was like Thundercats but changed faster than Cheetara

This a small part of a larger issue

Sometimes acceptance is so hard to get to

But we all equal, no one lower or above me

I love my team just as much as they love me

If not more

If I turn the knob we all going through the door, I ain't coming back for y'all

The whole crew feel the same as me

How could you ignore something so plain to see?

I'm being ig'nant, that get on my nerves every minute

What's plain to some is really Burberry printed

Being so real sometimes is a slow kill

We was one squad, you broke out like Mike Schofield

I want fillet mignon, you want oatmeal

Add up our differences equals up to no meal

No mills, yup, no deal, why you gotta chase sh*t

To know it's no thrills, for real

A nigga still beefin' with his baby momma (BUT!)

Only thing my baby ain't a baby no more

Hit her on MySpace, maybe she ain't shady no more

Sent old girl a message, no reply but she read it

Some things are so embedded and our heads is

Looking for O's but get X's, dealing wit ya exes

I was one long line away from the Tetris

She sent me the L, that sent me to hell

To the point where I’m denied my son

I don't see him, don't talk to him, I don't greet him, don't walk wit' him

But I pay for him like he's an object

No matter how right I am, in court I can't object

Dear Diary, how could she deny me?

How she go to bed without it fucking with her psyche?

Is she wrong using him so I can come back? (or)

Am I wrong for wishing I could get my cum back?

Looking for sun, all I see is the hail

How I'm gon' trust? All I see is betrayal

It's like they keep trying more and more to subdue me

And only you understand, signed by yours truly