(Yes I did... I a mistake... yes I did)
Huh..ya know living this type a life makes you grow up faster you'd expect to sometimes... fuck and be in your late twenties... feelin a old man and shit... yeah for son... let em know
It's to breath and hard to run when your lung's blackened Coughing up blood like what the happened Raising my risk of cancer's the homie But after something there's nothing like puffing a bogie Now I can blame the same product in movies, Or the commercials, or in a jacuzzi But now I'm it Damn I should a never took that first
(I a mistake)
I fucked up, your girl was riding on top of me I should of took her to trial and never a plea But this ain't a Christian motherfucka please America never taught me to turn the other Cause I'm Harlem, the north of Manhattan We knock out and make em bounce 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, when I met her Rockin stockings and poppin out of the catholic school Mom told her she could do better than a Seventeen year-old psychotic, trying to be I never meant to break her heart or up her life But I was careless, instead of her right I seen her workin it, some club strippin and If I have made her life different
(I a mistake... yes I did... )
[Tech over the beat: Damn shortie, you got me on some the blues shit... but you gotta looking backwards and remember to look ahead... this is for all my dudes on in the desert right now... for real]
(I a mistake)
Yeah..yeah... I the army looking for money to go to college But ain't pay me a quarter of what they fucking promised Extended my tour, me like a sucker That's the reason officers get fragged give me speeches on how you respect and you love me But no body armor in a armored humvee?! My lonely and you want me to reenlist for 30 grand homie?
(I a mistake)
When I was young I got signed to a record The looked so good when it was on the table It for my cable, cribs, cars and jewelry The studios, the women there's nothing wouldn't do for me Except stop screwing me for publishing the How the are you my dawg, when 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 try to block the memories and just delete them But I em as a reminder they not killing me And I thank God for teaching me Son, remember you fight to be free To see how they are and not how you like em to be Cause even when the is falling on top of me Pessimism is an emotion, not a Knowing what's wrong doesn't that you right And its another, when you suffer to it in life But I'm no And I'm never gonna make the mistake twice pussy