Talking To My Diary (Explicit)

Talking To My Diary (Explicit) - Dr. Dre

I just need y'all to try to bear with me for a minute

While I talk about the pages of my diary

Listen up

I remember when I got started my intention was to win

But a lot of sh*t changed since then

Some more friends became enemies in the quest of victory

But I made a vow never let this sh*t get to me

I let it pass so I consider that part of my history

And I'm strong financially physically

Mentally I'm on a whole 'nother level

And don't forget that I came from the ghetto

Sold a new house for my moms that's special

I let you going shopping till your feet get tired

Then a new Benz just for you to ride in

When I didn't have it you provided

Don't be surprised that I built an enterprise

And my house got a view of the city like a highrise

I'm just talking to my diary I'm just talking to my diary

When I open up my book I think about the world later

No ink in the pen no lines on the paper

I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary

I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary

Sometimes when I got a lot of sh*t on my mind

I'm just staring at the sky you probably thinkin' I'm high

I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary

I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary

Now puff-puff-pass got a ni**a having flashbacks

I remember how it used to be

Now my money like NASDAQ my checks you can cash that

I remember how it used to be

I used to be a starving artist so I would never starve an artist

This is my passion it's where my heart is

It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed

Like the ni**a I started with

I know Eazy can see me now looking down through the clouds

And regardless I know my ni**a still proud

It's been a while since we spoke but you still my folks

We used to sit back laugh and joke

Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters

You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing

Where Ren at Shout out to my ni**a Yella

Damn I miss that

Sh*t a ni**a having flashbacks

When I open up my book I think about the world later

No ink in the pen no lines on the paper

I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary

I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary

Sometimes when I got a lot of sh*t on my mind

I'm just staring at the sky you probably thinkin' I'm high

I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary

I'm just I'm just I'm just talking to my diary