Trilogy
Dwele/Mister Porter/Pharoahe Monch/Tone Lyrics

I now pronounce you husband and wife
The officiant announcing that the couple is legally married

You may kiss the bride
The officiant giving permission for the newlyweds to share a romantic gesture

Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry
A chaotic scene with gunfire, screaming infants, and the emotions of the singer taking over

Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
The artist feeling helpless about his situation and wishing he could live a different life

God, why is my wife bleedin'
The artist asking God a rhetorical question about the source of the blood he sees

Sheet covers her face, paramedics are leavin'
The singer seeing his wife's body being covered with a sheet by medical professionals as they leave the scene

Her eyes are closed, it's apparent she's not breathin'
The singer observing the physical signs of his wife's death

I'm a little confused about what it is I'm seein'
The artist feeling uncertain and perplexed by the events unfolding before him

Plus, there's a naked man on my lawn
The artist observing a naked man on his property

Police in the livin' room with all of they guns drawn
The artist seeing police officers with weapons raised in his living room

Out and the last thing I remember is
The singer's memory becomes fuzzy or discontinuous from here on

Uh, last thing I remember is
Reiterating the idea that the artist's consciousness or memory is fragmented

I received a text page from Julio
The singer receiving a notification from someone named Julio

Who expressed that I left my cell phone in the studio
Julio informing the singer that he left his cellphone behind

Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools
The location of the singer's cell phone being specified as being near a certain disc

Next to a six pack of O'Douls and some soul food
The artist describing other items that were near his phone

Yeah, and I was on my way home
The artist recalling his movements prior to the chaotic scene described earlier

Exit the expressway to use the payphone
The singer remembering a stop he made to use a public phone

But fuck it, 'cause my wife isn't back from her trip
The singer revealing that his wife was supposed to be on a trip

I sneak ? into the house
The artist attempting to enter his home covertly

And she'll never expect it, except that
The artist feeling confident that he won't be caught

He put the gun in my hand
The artist recalling that someone else put a firearm in his hand

Told me go take my revenge
The person who handed the singer the gun instructing him to seek vengeance

Killin' him won't make it go away
The artist recognizing that killing someone won't make his problems disappear

It's only gon' bring more pain
The singer acknowledging that violence only begets more suffering

I tied his hands behind his back to the night stand, fast
The singer describing how he restrained someone

Ropes made bruises on his light skinned ass
The singer admitting to causing physical harm to a restrained person

See, I can play games too
The artist revealling that he is capable of using violence and manipulation like his antagonist

Yeah, that's what I told him when he came to
The artist reminding his victim of what he said earlier

Now look, see what the game and the fame do?
The singer reflecting on the negative effects of success and notoriety on human behavior

Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew
The singer lamenting that someone they knew became mentally unstable and violent

Fuck man, we grew up together
The artist expressing sadness over the loss of someone they used to be close to

Run DMC, tougher than leather
A nostalgic reference to a hip-hop group from the past

With the same outfits, forty deuce
Another reference to the group, this one involving clothing and a location

Takin' flicks like what, shit
A reference to taking photographs

Why did you fuck my wife, man?
The artist demanding an answer for why his wife was unfaithful

You should've took my life, man
The singer feeling that his life would have been better if he had been killed

I switched the gun into my right hand
The singer moving the weapon from one hand to another

The sweat accumulated on his forehead, I saw red, he said
The victim becoming nervous and the singer becoming angry

Now was it worth it, man?
The artist asking his victim if his actions were worth the consequences

Was it everythin' you imagined? Was it perfect?
The artist questioning whether the victim achieved what he wanted and whether it was worth it

Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife
The singer recalling the vow taken during the wedding ceremony

To have, to hold, to love and cherish but
Continuing to express regret over the loss of the singer's wife

Death did us apart, what a coincidence
The artist acknowledging the irony of losing his wife in such a tragic way

Now, perhaps the police will be convinced
The artist hoping that the authorities will believe his story

That it was an accident
The artist claiming that his wife's death was unintentional

If I'm accurate and careful with the evidence
The singer alluding to the possibility of tampering with evidence to make his story more believable

This motherfucker trespassin' up my residence
The artist angry about someone illegally entering his property

And to believe those vile set a precedence
The singer expressing shock at what someone has done

From the start I should have been obvious, I never did
The singer reflecting on past events and realizing something they should have seen earlier

Prevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence
The singer commenting on the presence of evil and depravity

Was carried out with such masterful excellence
The artist acknowledging the skill with which someone carried out a criminal act

And this is the stick where you rip my heart
The artist expressing betrayal and emotional pain

It was natural to transform murder into art
The singer alluding to the idea of killing as being something that someone can become skilled at

And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry
The singer acknowledging the emotional burden of what they have done

365 days to the date that we was married
The artist recalling the anniversary of their wedding date

Thoughts of how would achieve the murder would vary
The artist reflecting on the various ways they could kill someone

We're closer than ever, together we'll be buried 'cause
The artist feeling that they are doomed to a bad fate due to the actions of someone else

Evil eyes that bide, how they go
The singer commenting on the presence of evil in someone else's eyes

You ? lied to me, what did they see?
The artist confronting someone about being deceived, and asking what others know about the situation

I just lost control, had to let you go
The singer admitting to losing emotional control and ending a relationship

I cry but slowly you try, so slowly you die
The singer expressing sadness over losing someone they cared about, while also acknowledging the other person's death

Buried alive in the grave, too exhausted to climb out
The singer describing feeling trapped and hopeless

Before dirt was tossed on me, come to find out
The artist revealing new information discovered before their supposed death

Old friend of mine she sleepin' with committed the crime
The artist explaining who was actually responsible for the events leading up to their supposed death

In the past three years, switched identities six times
The singer revealing how the person responsible for their supposed death has been avoiding detection

And all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty
The singer remaining loyal to someone even while being wronged by them

They plotted on my publishin' checks and royalties
The artist revealing a motive for why someone would want them dead

She's thinkin' it's true love, he's scammin' her for the quop
The artist describing how another person has been deceived by someone else

? to devise my own intuitive plot
The artist hinting at a plan they have come up with

Put the pros on him, launched the probe on him
The singer taking action against someone who has wronged them

Now harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him
The artist plotting a way to take revenge on someone who has been causing them problems

Cornered him, now his mission is aborted
The singer succeeding in their plan to stop the person who has been causing them harm

You are about to be professionally extorted
The singer warning the person who has been causing them harm about what is to come

Guess who you're 'bout to murder tonight?
The singer posing a question to the person who has been causing them harm

Miss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight
The person whom the artist will be taking revenge on is in a position to harm someone the artist cares about

Do it and bounce, the keys to the crib, you'll find under the mat
The artist giving instructions to the person who they are threatening

In the front of the house, just do it, word out
Continuing to give instructions to the person who they are threatening