Dear Diary

[Man]
 Do you ever sing a little song like this when you get up in the morning?
 [Singing]
 Dear diary, what a day its been
 Dear diary, its been just like a dream
 [Masta Ace]
 Aiyyo Ace, don't tell me your thinkin about a return
 I'm kinda concerned, when will you old cats ever learn?
 It's time to hang it up when you stand on your last leg
 When you don't right on the reg' and your future is past dead
 I'mma tell you cause none of these cats will
 You can't still try and rely on your rap skill
 You ain't got nothin behind you and believe me
 Not a label out that gonna find you and wanna sign you
 Write your rhymes in the shower, you washed up
 If there was a law against wack shit, you'd be locked up
 These cats in the game pretend that they your friend
 But as soon as you walk away, they talkin about you again
 Half of your old group don't like you and wanna fight you
 And even made songs about you to try to spite you
 Big Beat dropped you and said that you can't sell
 And they ain't had a hit since before Pac was in jail
 It's like the shit is up under your nose and you can't smell
 Hell, you probably older than Blu Cantrell
 You can't tell? It's over, captial O-V-E-R
 And that's just in case you can't spell, c'mon
 [Chorus]
 Dear diary, what a day its been
 Dear diary, its been just like a dream
 Woke up too late, wasn't where I should've been
 For goodness sake, what's happening to me?
 [Masta Ace]
 Yeah I heard all of your prayers but I doubt that God got 'em
 So break out the suits and ties, and the hard bottoms
 And get yourself a job with a desk in a nice office
 And learn to enjoy all of the garbage that life offers
 And don't ever again show your face on the stage
 Or write the name Masta Ace on the page, kid ya done
 Whoever let you back in the door should get a smack in the jaw
 'cause you sure shouldn't be rappin no more
 You already proved that at the Lyricist Lounge affair
 Tryin to battle with rhymes you wrote on the way there
 Maybe next time you'll know not to play fair
 Say your best written shit and school 'em like daycare
 But through the sad mess and all of the bad press
 I can't recall a time in the past when you had less
 Ain't nobody out there who gon' keep it realer than me
 We one in the same sincerly, your diary
 [Chorus x2]