American Beauty

Yo, it's night-time, I can't sleep
 My pens beggin' me to write rhymes
 Cory's a felony despite time
 I embrace the urge, on the tip of my tongue
 I taste the words, a story is born, my glorious song
 Hip Hop cannot ignore me for long
 I know her last man abused her, I can't refuse her
 Alota niggas used her, treated her like shit, even confused her
 She had class now she sellin' it all for cash
 When Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter
 Primo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood
 She used to be out in Queens with DMC
 And on the rooftop with Big, Fritz, and R.P
 She was fly she kept her shit tight
 Yo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wife
 Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row"
 Drey had her on another level in the west coast
 She met a lame with a drug dealer name
 He had her locked for a while, but then his whole style changed
 You know the wisdom is reflectin' the knowledge when it's manifested
 If not fed in due time, the mind is anorexic
 You understand the message
 I know I'm gettin' too deep for some rhyme
 Uncut raw, the beat numb
 Back to the subject in hand, I called her, and said I miss her
 Stop fuckin' with my fake crew 'cause they dissed her
 Then along came the R, remindin', her of her essence
 RZA said she like a sister blessin' her with lessons
 She was stressed because she missed Pac
 She still crying after B.I.G. died, askin' "When will this shit stop?"
 I love her like a mother, my physical path
 She even overlooked the fact about my criminal past
 And stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passed
 No longer is she lettin' niggas fuck her just for cash
 What's her name, dun? (What's her name, dun?)