#New immortal technique songs full#
Don't you know that time waits for no man? My fate, it's all planned I'm blessed just to know you I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night Can't find a reason why God came between you and I And if I had the chance again, I'd never let you go Hold tight to your love, ‘cause you never know Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad That I wasn't just another nigga tryin' to get in it So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute I didn't have a gimmick, so the minutes turned to hours On her birthday I gave her a poem with flowers Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower We talked about power to the people and such We spent more time together, but it was never enough I never tried to sneak a touch or even cop a feel I was too interested in keepin' it real Perfectly honest and complete She would always call me "cariño" and never Technique Bought me a new book to read every two or three weeks Forever changin' the expression of my thoughts when I speak It was because of her I even deaded all of my freaks She convinced me to stop hangin' out on the streets To stop robbin' and stealin' from people like you Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronx Zoo Museo del Barrio, and the Metropolitan too Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew So I decided one day to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her, so I told her, facin' my fears But honey's only response was a face full of tears She could only sob hysterically, holdin' me tight I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night She was on her way to becomin' a college graduate Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid The type of Latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire Disciplined, intellectual beauty is what I desire Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless At first I just thought she didn't mess with broke kids The thug niggas always talkin' about how they smoke kids But the rich sniff-coke kids got no play "I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say Everyone around the way gave up tryin' to get in it It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it On the block, bitches was jealous but wouldn't admit it Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it Cause they regretted the long list of niggas that they let hit it And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick Smokin' weed, with thoughts of envy whenever they lit it She spoke intelligently and they bit it, always tryin' to copy But when they tried to use her vocab they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure
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