[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]
