Dre's mixes are always flawless. You have other guys who know how to make beats, but his ear is just technically perfect. The snares snap just so, the kicks hit you right in the stomach, the bass is a tailored coat that matches anything you wear.
I just need y'all to try to bear with me for a minute While I talk about the pages of my diary Listen up I remember when I got started my intention was to win But a lot of shit changed since then Some old friends became enemies in the quest of victory But I made a vow, never let this shit get to me I let it pass, so I consider that part of my history And I'm strong, financially, physically Mentally I'm on a whole 'nother level And don't forget that I came from the ghetto Sold a new house for my moms, that's special I let you going shopping till your feet get tired Then a new Benz just for you to ride in When I didn't have it, you provided Don't be surprised that I built an enterprise And my house got a view of the city like a highrise I'm just talking to my diary, I'm just talking to my diary When I open up my book I think about the world later No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary Now puff-puff-pass got a nigga having flashbacks I remember how it used to be Now my money like NASDAQ, my checks you can cash that I remember how it used to be I used to be a starving artist so I would never starve an artist This is my passion, it's where my heart is It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed Like the nigga I started with I know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the clouds And regardless, I know my nigga still proud It's been a while since we spoke but you still my folks We used to sit back, laugh and joke Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing Where Ren at? Shout out to my nigga Yella Damn, I miss that Shit, a nigga having flashbacks When I open up my book I think about the world later No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
All anyone cares about with this song is the beat, so thanks for providing it! I mean the lyrics are alright, but this beat is fuckin dope as fuck. Kinda mismatched in my opinion (i.e. I wish this beat had gotten used with better lyrics), but it's still fire with our without words
It's kinda hard to explain but a whole lot a God and whole lota pain brings a whole lot a change, prayin on my knees but I'm yellin out his name hope he's hearing what I'm saying. And lately it's been tough, doing what I must Right hand over my heart and left hand up, Messed up right from the start but ain't give up Good things do fall apart to get built up And the moment we decide that we gon take over control God is there saying No To give it all to him, gotta let all go. So I'm emptying my pockets and I'm clearing out my throat Making room for my hope. When u was born it was like God sent me an angel, but yo little do you know an angle was sent here to save you. We didn't know what to do was scared and and confused To Bring a child up in this world some youths wit a youth But we had heart strong and large just the great hall, Satan tried to break us its hard to crack brick wall. almost didn't have you made arrangements wit the clinic, but God sent me an angel just to tell me wait a minute. I was homeless in the shelter bout to walk out the door. Then that angel came to me and said what you sad for. I said what? I don't look sad matter fact I'm only one in this shelter that don't look bad. Well dressed clean cut got jordans on my feet I'm so fly up in this place I aint tryna be discrete. I Got money in my pocket see these diamonds in my ear? don't know who you think I am but I don't belong here. Plus I got some where to be, got this thing I gatta do, I aint wanna tell him cuz I was scared of the truth. He said Nah son, you God's son and I can tell you something on ya heart son. Those words penitrated my heart I Started to tear So i told the angel the truth standing right there He said son don't do it think twice. That child gon be the one to make ya future bright. He said God got plans that are bigger than me And if you don't trust in ya self then trust in me. I believed him with my heart I believed him with my chest now im walking to ya mother bout to change ya address. I was crying so hard while walking down the street. A parent at 22 ya moms was 18. Yo this is God's plan? this what he demands? be a parent at 22 yo I don't think I can. I was nervous cuz I had to give ya mother new plans. But God had the plan God had the plan. When I saw ya mom I said we gatta have this baby its a joy it's a gift and I know it sounds crazy. We was scared this was a life changing decision, but I told her the vision she listen. You was in her body and she was strong when you were born her job became to never bring you no harm. You a miracle Sophia never forget You had angels around you before you took ya first breath. So when I say I love you I really mean it And this a true story I hope you believe it. I'm out
