Unwritten

[Refrain: Mercedes Martinez]

When I think about the good times, I think about yesterday

You can ask me about the future, I don't know what to say

Tomorrow's story's unknown, so listen

It's almost anyone's guess, unwritten

When I think about the good times, I think about yesterday

You can ask me about the future, I don't know what to say

It's almost anyone's guess

[Verse: Black Thought]

Yo, it was a cold night; not cold like the winter

Just cold, like, a energy was in the air I generally don't like

The driver had to dip, so he left me in the whip

Turned around and said, "You know you're on your own, right?"

I'm in the zone, like

There's pictures on the wall of my own life

Just like a drive-in

Only it's live, and this a montage of the places I been

My sixth sense taste the problem

The suspense had my heart racin', throbbin'

Just like a young punk with a tape revolver

Pointed at the driver of a car, faced to rob him

The cigarettes chase the vodka

The nigga just chase the dream but won't chase the monster

The son won't face the father

The gun won't erase the drama

Why you wait 'til my time's up?