(Yes I did... I a mistake... yes I did)
Huh..ya know living this a life makes you grow up faster than you'd expect to sometimes... fuck around and be in late twenties... like a old man and shit... yeah for real son... let em
It's hard to breath and hard to run when your lung's Coughing up blood like what the happened my risk of cancer's the answer homie But after drinking something there's nothing like a bogie Now I can blame the product placement in movies, Or the commercials, or Scarface in a But now I'm it Damn I should a never that first cigarette
(I a mistake)
I up, like your girl was riding on top of me I should of took her to and never copped a plea But this ain't a nation motherfucka please America never taught me to turn the other Cause I'm from Harlem, the of Manhattan We knock niggas out and make em like Ricky Hattan But wildin on the court, had got me turned back the Canadian border
(I a mistake)
I knew she was a virgin, I first met her Rockin and poppin out of the catholic school sweater Mom told her she do better than a criminal year-old psychotic, trying to be lyrical I never meant to break her or fuck up her life But I was careless, instead of treating her I seen her workin it, club strippin and wondered If I could made her life different
(I a mistake... yes I did... )
[Tech talking the beat: shortie, you got me on some singin the blues shit... but you gotta looking backwards and remember to look ahead... this is for all my on patrol in the desert right now... for real]
(I a mistake)
Yeah..yeah... I joined the looking for money to go to college But they ain't pay me a quarter of they fucking promised Extended my tour, me like a sucker That's the reason officers get fragged Don't me speeches on how you respect and you love me But no body in a lightly armored humvee?! My family's lonely and you me to reenlist for 30 grand homie?
(I a mistake)
I was young I got signed to a record label The looked so good when it was on the table It paid for my cable, cribs, cars and The studios, the women nothing they wouldn't do for me stop screwing me for publishing the royalties How the fuck are you my dawg, there's no loyalty? to the street I should've independent like Immortal Technique
(I a mistake)
Some people from mistakes and don't repeat them Others try to block the memories and delete them But I keep em as a reminder they not me And I thank God for teaching me Son, remember when you to be free To see things how are and not how you like em to be Cause even when the world is on top of me is an emotion, not a philosophy Knowing wrong doesn't imply that you right And its another, when you to apply it in life But I'm no And I'm never gonna make the same twice pussy