| It’s 2002, everything was totally new
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| We were globally huge, watchin’ sales go through the roof
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| We wrote and we viewed it, Runyon Avenue soldiers included
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| A multitude of homies who would bounce for no good excuse
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| We were so bulletproof—wrote, souped and soaked in our youth
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| Thought we was runnin’ shit ’til we lost the sole of our shoe
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| The death of Doody broke us in two
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| We were thrown for a loop, ain’t none of us know what to do
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| And at the time I was goin’ through my own struggles too
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| So I wasn’t in no condition to be coachin’ us through
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| Everyone tried to go solo, really nobody blew
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| I was hopin’ they do, so I ain’t have to shoulder the crew
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| The plan was put everyone in position, so that they knew
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| How to stand on they own, and I don’t want to open up wounds
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| I just noticed that oomf was gone when we go in the booth
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| ‘Cause the truth is, the moment that Proof died, so did the group
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| If I could leave this world behind
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| I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
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| Turn to the river with you
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| Help me leave this all behind
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| I’ma wash away my sins
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| I’ma rinse away this dirt
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| I forgot to make amends
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| To all the friends I may have hurt
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| I better stop and say my grace
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| From that I pray that I don’t fall
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| ‘Cause on the way back down I may
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| End up runnin’ back into them all
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| I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
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| It was never the same, and it’s bothered me since
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| And the farther we drift apart, the more awkward it gets
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| The more time goes by, the more life happens
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| And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
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| Plus we don’t say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got us in
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| The debacle we’re in, been with you guys thick and thin
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| But it’s almost as if sometimes we’re not even friends
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| Which reminded me Biz, “Rockstar” was the shit
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| Y’all coulda got you a hit without me on the shit
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| If you would’ve put D12 on it, wish I coulda did
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| More than try talkin’ you into comin’ up off of it
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| I know it wasn’t my fault, but part of it probably is
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| I think of all of the trips to BET
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| And the rappers I wish that we woulda politicked with
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| Maybe y’all coulda clicked and got you some features
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| But that’s water under the bridge
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| But I’m washin’ my sins in it ’til my conscience is cleansed
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| If I could leave this world behind
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| I could open up my eyes and walk in a straight line
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| Turn to the river with you
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| Help me leave this all behind
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| I’ma wash away my sins
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| I’ma rinse away this dirt
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| I forgot to make amends
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| To all the friends I may have hurt
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| I better stop and say my grace
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| From that I pray that I don’t fall
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| ‘Cause on the way back down I may
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| End up runnin’ back into them all
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| I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
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| Bacardi and Hen’, never thought the party would end
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| One minute you’re bodyin’ shit, but then your audience splits
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| You can already sense the climate is startin’ to shift
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| To these kids you no longer exist
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| Went from rainin’ cats and dogs in this bitch
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| To tiny drops, lil’ drips
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| And by the time your reign is over, you’ll hardly be missed
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| You start thinkin’ of all the artists you gift, all the carnage you left
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| Is this the kinda Karma you get
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| For turnin’ your fuckin’ back on Bizzy, Kuniva and Swift?
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| A Freudian slip, subconsciously, I honestly wished
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| I ain’t feel so much guilt and y’all didn’t harbor resentment
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| But it’s hard to pretend that y’all ain’t got none
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| I just wish I had words
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| But I guess they’re just honored for this
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| To my partners, I can’t say how sorry I am
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| This is not how I planned for our story to end
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| I love all of you, men
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| But I just can’t be the guy
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| Everybody depends on for entire careers
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| ‘Cause that’s not even fair
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| I will always be here, but that spark isn’t there
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| And I don’t know how to recapture that time and that era
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| I’ve tried hearkening back to, but I’m fightin’ for air
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| I’m barely chartin’ myself
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| Feels like I’m under the sink, but it was not my intent—
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| To treat y’all like a stepping stone
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| Though I ain’t left no one behind, but we been down every road
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| Done all we possibly can, I know we kept our hopes up
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| But the longer we spend livin’ this lie that we live
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| The less is left for closure, so let’s let this go
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| It’s not goodbye to our friendship, but D12 is over
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| I’ma wash away my sins
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| I’ma rinse away this dirt
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| I forgot to make amends
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| To all the friends I may have hurt
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| I better stop and say my grace
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| From that I pray that I don’t fall
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| ‘Cause on the way back down I may
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| End up runnin’ back into them all
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| I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
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| I never meant to make you feel like my stepping stones
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| I never meant to use you all for my stepping stones |