A Life In The Day of Benjamin Andre (Incomplete)

I met you in the club in Atlanta, Georgia

Said me and my homeboy were comin' out with an album

You looked at me like, "Yeah, ****, right"

But you gave me your number anyway you were on the talcum

Powder, how's about the them oranges?

Moved away from home to school with big plans

By day, studied the history of music

By night just to pay for that shit, you'd dance

To get your pants was a mission impossible

We were both the same age

But I suppose wasn't on the same page

But in the same book of life, so I page you when

I felt that you were gettin' off of work

Or either when you're on your way to school

We started hangin' like Ernie and Bert

And in my idle head, I'm thinkin', "Cool"

Just when I think you're goin' down your shirt

You're hiking up your skirt now

The events that followed had me volley

If your home town wouldn't be Heaven or Hell

The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best

Therefore hard to tell

You drop me off by the dungeon

Never came in but I knew that you were wonderin'

Now are these **** in this house up to somethin'?

Sellin' crack sack by sack so they could function

W-w-w-well, yes and no

Yes, we were sellin' it but no it wasn't blow

Cook it in the basement then move it at a show

Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled, "Ho!"

Meanwhile the video starts playin'

BET, college radio in the van

Packed full of **** with a blunt in they hand

And one in they ear

You know what I'm sayin'

But I kept your number in my old phone

Got a new chip flip with the roam roam

So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits

But I promised I would call you when I got home

But when I got home, I never did

By the time I did, heard that you'd had a kid

By some **** in Decatur who replied, "See you later"

When he got the good news, that's life, shit

Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac

My **** had a Lex' with the gold pack

Got a plaque but I'm livin' with my Pop-Pop

So I got a Glock, and a low jack

You're kinda fast for that fellow in class who used to draw

And never said much 'cause half of what he saw

Was so far from that place you wanna be

That words only fucked it up more, follow me

Are you starting to gather what I'm gettin' at?

Now if I'm losin' you, tell me, then I'll double back

But keep in mind, at the time, "Keep it real," was the phrase

Silly when said now but those were the days

When spring break and Daytona

And Freakniks made you wanna

Drop out of college and never go back

Move to the South but that ain't a Kodak moment

On when myself and Big Bo-

Well, you knew him as 'Twan

That's right, you were around before this shit begun

Well 'Twan had a daughter and sort of was

Made to mature before the first tour

We hit the road like Jack

Laughed and cried and dropped the back with some Yak

Girls used to say, "Y'all talk funny

Y'all from the islands?"

And I'd laugh and they just keep smilin'

"No, I'm from Atlanta, baby

He from Savannah maybe

We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down, hey we

Gotta go because the bus is pullin' out in thirty minutes"

She's playin' tennis, disturbing the tenants

Fifteen love, fit like glove

Description is like, fifteen doves in a jacuzzi

Catchin' the Holy Ghost, makin' one woozy in the head and comatose

Agree?

Enough about me, how's about you?

How's the little kid? She was about two the last time we spoke

I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink

'Cause I start the second album off on another note now

That note through some **** in the hood off

But see, I balled out, and 'fore I fall out

I slow my 'Lac down to a nice speed

The brain missed that fried egg I might need

New direction was a parent

I was a child lookin' at the floor starin'

So changin' my style was like relief for the primitive beast

Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street

To make bread, never primary concern

Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn

I'd meet Muslims, gangsters, bitches, Rastas

And macaroni ****

Impastas

So on a trip to New York on some beeswax

I get invited to a club where emcees at

And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head

Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with

Which I was rockin' at the time

When I was goin' through them phases, trying to find

Anything that seemed real in the world

Still searchin', but I started likin' this girl

Now, you'd know her

As Erykah, "On and on," Badu

Call Tyrone on the phone, why you

Do that girl like that, boy? You oughta be ashamed

The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name

We're young in love, in short, we had fun

No regrets, no abortion, had a son

By the name of Seven

And he's five, by the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six

You do the arithmatic

Me do the language arts

Y'all stand against the wall, blindfolded, me throw the darts

To poke you in the heart and take you from the start

To when luxury transportation meant a MARTA card

Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays

Momma or her Daddy let her borrow the Benz

Because she's smart, or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor

And he sells you that rabbit that's been sittin' in his yard

You fix it up

You trick it out

You give it rims

You give it bump

You give it all your time 'cause that's all you can think about

And that's as far as I got