Mistakes Songtext / Lyric

(Verse 1)

It's hard to breathe and hard to run when ya lungs blacken

Coughing up blood, like, what the fuck happened?

Raising my risk of cancer's the answer homie

But after drinking something, it's nothing, like puffing a bogey

Now I could blame the same product placement in movies, all the commericals of Scarface in a jacuzi

But now I'm living it

Damn, I should have never took that first cigarette

I fucked up like your girl was riding on top of me

I shoulda took it to trial, I never got to plea

But this ain't a Christian nation, motherfucker please

America never taught me to turn the other cheek

Cos I'm from Harlem, the north of Manhattan

We knock niggas out and make them bounce like Ricky Hatton

But wilding on the corner got me turned back from the Canadian border

I knew she was a virgin, when I first met her

Rocking stockings popping out of the Catholic school sweater (?)

Mom told her she could do better than a criminal

17 year old pyschotic trying to be lyrical

I never meant to break her heart or fuck up her life

But I was careless, instead of treating her right

I seen her again at some club stripping and wondered if I could have made her life different



(Verse 2)

I joined the army looking for money to go to college

But they ain't paid me a quarter of what they fucking promised

Extending my tour, treating me like a sucker

That's the reason officers get fragged, motherfucker

Don't give me speeches on how you respect and you love me

But no body armour and a lightly armoured humvee?

My family's lonely and you want me to re-enlist for 30 grand homie?

No

Yeaah, when I was young, I got signed to a record label

The deal looked so good when it was on the table

They paid for my cable, cribs, cars and jewellery

The studios, the women, there's nothing they wouldn't do for me

Except stop screwing me and publishing my royalties

How the fuck are you dog when there's no loyalty?

Word to the street, I should have gone independent like Immortal Technique



(Verse 3)

Some people learn from mistakes and don't repeat them

Others try to block the memories and just delete them

But I keep them as a reminder, they're not killing me

And I thank god for teaching me humility

Son, remember, when you fight to be free

See things how they are and not how you'd like them to be

Cos even when the world has fallen on top of me

Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy

Knowing what's wrong doesn't imply that you're right

And it's another one you suffered to apply in life (?)

And I'm no rookie

And I'm never gonna make the same mistake twice, pussy