| She was on her way to becoming a college graduate
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| Wouldn’t even stop to talk to the average kid
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| The type of latina I’d sit and contemplate marriage with
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| Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire
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| Disciplined, intellectual beauty’s what I desire
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| Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez
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| Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless
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| At first I just thought, she didn’t mess with broke kids
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| The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids
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| But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play
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| «I'm not even interested"is what her body language would say
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| Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it
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| It didn’t matter how good your game was, she wasn’t with it
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| On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn’t admit it
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| Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it
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| 'Cause they regreted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it
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| And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald’s and did-dick
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| Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it
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| She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy
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| But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy
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| She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure
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| I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn’t a cure
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| Don’t you know that, time waits for no man
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| Not fate, it’s all planned
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| I’m blessed just to know you
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| I’ve loved and I’ve lost just to hold you all night
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| Can’t find, a reason why
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| God came, to you and I
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| If I had the chance again, I’d never let you go
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| Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know
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| Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad
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| I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad
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| That I wasn’t just another nigga trying to get in it
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| So every now and then we’d stop and talk for a minute
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| I didn’t have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours
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| On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers
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| Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin’s baby shower
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| We talked about, power to the people and such
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| We spent more time together but it was never enough
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| I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel
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| I was too interested, in keeping it real
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| Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me «carino,»
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| And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks
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| Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak
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| It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks
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| She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets
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| To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you
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| Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronxu
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| We sailed in Barrio (?) and the Metropolitan too
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| Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew
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| So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
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| I couldn’t live without her so I told her, facing my fears
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| But honey’s only response, was a face full of tears
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| She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight
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| I tried to speak, but she wouldn’t stop until I left sight
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| I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light
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| Except I didn’t burn, I turned cold after that night
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| I went on with my life, college and my career
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| Ended up locked up like an animal for a year
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| Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer
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| Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near
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| At night in my cell, I’d close my eyes and I’d see her
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| Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared
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| Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer
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| came back, in tact and on track
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| But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold
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| Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home
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| My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone
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| Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone
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| Relatively well-known around the New York underground
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| But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down
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| The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair
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| Though gone physically, somehow it was still there
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| I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear
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| So I went and visited the building where she used to live
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| The world looks a lot different after you do a bid
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| The way your life done changed
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| While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game |
| Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine
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| Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name
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| Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta
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| But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter
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| She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind
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| She had left it there waiting, for such a long time
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| I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first
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| I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed
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| She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst
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| Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door
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| And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor
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| «Nobody loves you more than me carino"is what the letter said
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| «By the time you get to read this, I’ll probably be dead
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| But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven
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| I thank God at least I got to know what love really was
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| But it hurt me, to see what true love really does
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| 'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was
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| It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave
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| You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe
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| And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me
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| It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me
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| This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be
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| Baby don’t you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV
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| Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993
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| I died a virgin, I wish I could’ve given myself to you
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| I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you
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| Promise that you’ll meet me in paradise inevitably
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| No matter what, I’ll keep your love forever with me»
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| What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur
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| But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her
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| She was buried on August 3rd
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| The story ends without a sequel
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| And now you know why Technique, don’t fucking fall in love with people
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| Hold the person that you love closely if they’re next to you
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| The one you love, not the person that’ll simply have sex with you
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| Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond
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| 'Cause you never really know what you got, until it’s gone |