Lyrics Blunt Ashes - Nas

Blunt Ashes

Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley
Got blazed before they told stories
I’mma 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, yeah
The making of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing
Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O’Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was putting coke in his nose, nigga whylin'
Could be a myth, but I swear that the source was close
Phyllis Hyman killed herself, it was crazy
Mommy was bad they say
Donny Hathaway free-fall from a balcony, he swings
As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray
I could see my whole life fly past me
Did I?
Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
And will the money and fame outlast me?
The blunts ash falls down in the ash tray
Well, I see my whole life fly past me
I’m asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy?
Did I?
Anything else you wanna know, just ask me
Sam trusted Womack with his main lady
He tossing in the grave like, «This is how you repay me?!»
A change gon' come, wish you didn’t trust me so much
Marvin said «No mountain’s high enough,» fly stuff
David Ruffin was punchin' Tammi Terrell
Gave her concussions
While the Funk Brothers was laying down the percussion
When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin' inside
John F. Kennedy’s enemies dealt with treachery
It interests me.
Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals
She’s what a temptress be
The death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery!
Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington
Someone is sabotaging 'em
Watch out for the traps
Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman
Then he killed himself, that’s the end of Zapp
And I wouldn’t change a thing, mistakes of the greats
This is what came from their pain
From their hurt we gain, an unfair exchange
I could smell old bogey cigars
Long record perfumes, smelling just as sweet
Me and my wife K, flying in a drop-top
Like Ruby and Ossie Davis, baby — know what I mean?
Yo, man, I get smoked out, and start thinking 'bout
Hattie McDaniel got a Oscar
For playing Mammy in «Gone with the Wind»
And she didn’t get allowed
Wasn’t even allowed to go to the premier
Believe that?
Couldn’t go to premier to her joint
Man, you know they were strong back then, man
Blunt from my ash tray, nothing gon' to live past me, yeah