I told the world one day I would pay it back
say it on tape, and lay it, record it
so that one day I could play it back
but I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that
doubt starting to creep in, every day is just so grey and black
Hope? I just need a ray of that
'Cause no one sees my vision when I play it for 'em
but they don't know what dope is
and I don't know if I was awake or asleep
all I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest
you picked me up, breathed new life in me
but for the life of me, I don't see why you don't see like I do
but it just dawned on me you lost a son
demons fighting you, it's dark.
let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you
I don't think you realize what you mean to me
'Cause me and you were like a crew
you gon' either wanna fight me when I get off this fucking mic
But I'm out of options, there's nothing else I can do 'cause
It hurts when I see you struggle
You say they're just pieces so I'm puzzled
'Cause the shit I hear is crazy
But you're either getting lazy or you don't believe in you no more
seems like your own opinion's not one you conform
Can't make a decision you keep questioning yourself
Second guessing and it's almost like you're begging for my help
you're supposed to fucking be my mentor
I demand you remember who you are
when everyone was telling you don't sign me
Everyone at the fucking label, let's tell the truth
nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy tramp crying in this booth
You saved my life, now maybe it's my turn to save yours
but I can never repay you, what you did for me is way more
but I ain't giving up faith and you ain't giving up on me
Get up Dre, I'm dying, I need you, come back for fuck's sake 'cause
It literally feels like a lifetime ago
but I still remember the shit like it was just yesterday though
you walked in, yellow jump suit
once you got inside the booth, told you, like smoke
went through friends, some of them I put on
but they just left, they said they was riding to the death
But where the fuck are they now?
now that I need them, I don't see none of them
fuck all you fair-weather friends
when the chips were down you just laughed at us
Now you 'bout to feel the fucking wrath of Aftermath, faggots
you gon' see us in our lab jackets and ask us where the fuck we been?
You can kiss my indecisive ass crack, maggots, and the cracker's ass
Little Cracker Jack, beat-making wack-ass backwards producers
one more CD and then I'm packing up my bags and as I'm leaving
I'll guarantee they scream, "Dre, don't leave us like that man," 'cause…