You Never Know
Jean Grae Lyrics


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She was on her way to becoming a college graduate
Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid
The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with
Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire
Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire
Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez
Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless
At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids
The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids
But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play
"I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say
Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it
It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it
On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it
Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it
'Cause they regreted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it
And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick
Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it
She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy
But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy
She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure
I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure

[Chorus]
Don't you know that, time waits for no man
Not fate, it's all planned
I'm blessed just to know you
I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night
Can't find, a reason why
God came, to you and I
If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go
Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know

Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad
I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad
That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it
So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute
I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours
On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers
Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower
We talked about, power to the people and such
We spent more time together but it was never enough
I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel
I was too interested, in keeping it real
Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino,"
And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks
Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak
It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks
She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets
To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you
Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronxu
We sailed in Barrio (?) and the Metropolitan too
Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew
So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
But honey's only response, was a face full of tears
She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight
I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight
I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light
Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night

[Chorus]

I went on with my life, college and my career
Ended up locked up like an animal for a year
Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer
Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near
At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her
Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared
Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer
came back, in tact and on track
But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold
Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home
My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone
Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone
Relatively well-known around the New York underground
But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down
The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair
Though gone physically, somehow it was still there
I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear
So I went and visited the building where she used to live
The world looks a lot different after you do a bid
The way your life done changed
While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game
Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine
Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name
Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta
But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter

[Chorus]

She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind
She had left it there waiting, for such a long time
I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first
I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed
She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst
Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door
And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor
"Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said

"By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead
But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven
I thank God at least I got to know what love really was
But it hurt me, to see what true love really does
'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was
It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave
You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe
And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me
It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me
This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be
Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV
Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993
I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you
I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you
Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably
No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me"

What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur
But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her
She was buried on August 3rd
The story ends without a sequel
And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people
Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you
The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you




Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond
'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone

Overall Meaning

The song "You Never Know" by Jean Grae is a heart-wrenching story about a man who falls in love with a smart and beautiful young woman who becomes his best friend. Initially, he thinks she is out of his league due to her academic achievements and wealth. However, as they get to know each other, they become inseparable. He admires her intelligence, grace, and poetic perspective on life. At one point, he tries to confess his love to her but is met with tears and sadness. She later dies from complications with HIV, which he learns about in a letter she left for him after her death. The song is a tribute to the lost loved one, and he emphasizes the importance of cherishing those you love and never taking them for granted.


The lyrics showcase the power of a platonic relationship, and the need for men to appreciate women beyond their physical attributes, romantic intentions, or sexual appeal. The song is a call to arms for humanizing women and prioritizing friendship and companionship over fleeting romance.


Jean Grae, whose real name is Tsidi Ibrahim, is a South African-born, American rapper, producer, and actress. The song "You Never Know" is from her second studio album, "Attack of the Attacking Things," released in 2002. Jean Grae has had a career characterized by artistic experimentation, blending social commentary, humor, and personal experiences. Her music reflects intricate wordplay, poetry, and sharp delivery.


Line by Line Meaning

She was on her way to becoming a college graduate
She was working hard and dedicated to completing her education


Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid
She didn't give attention to those who didn't stand out or match her standards


The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with
She was the kind of woman I could envision a future with and consider marrying


Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire
She wasn't interested in superficial displays of affection or materialistic gestures, her love was genuine


Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire
I am attracted to intelligent and well-rounded individuals


Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez
She was more attractive or captivating than famous women like Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez


Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless
Others believed that trying to pursue her was futile and unlikely to succeed


At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids
Initially, I assumed she wasn't interested in guys who didn't have much money


The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids
The gangster guys who bragged about their illegal activities and hurting others


But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play
The wealthy individuals who used drugs didn't receive any attention from her


"I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say
Through her nonverbal cues, it was evident that she had no interest in pursuing a relationship


Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it
People in the neighborhood stopped attempting to pursue her


It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it
Even if you had smooth talk or strategies, she wasn't interested


On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it
Other women in the neighborhood were envious of her but didn't acknowledge it


Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it
They would spread negative rumors about her but deny involvement when confronted


'Cause they regreted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it
They felt remorse for the many men they had allowed to be intimate with them


And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick
They didn't receive any meaningful gifts or favors, except for cheap meals and sexual encounters


Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it
They would smoke marijuana and feel jealous whenever they thought of her


She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy
She used marijuana in a knowledgeable way and they imitated her, attempting to be like her


But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy
When they tried to adopt her way of speaking, they sounded unrefined and clumsy


She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure
She had a unique and respectful way of presenting herself


I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure
I was deeply infatuated with her and couldn't find a way to move on or let go


Don't you know that, time waits for no man
Time keeps moving forward regardless of our desires or expectations


Not fate, it's all planned
Things don't happen randomly or by chance, they are part of a larger plan


I'm blessed just to know you
I am fortunate to have known and experienced love with you


I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night
I have experienced both love and heartbreak just to have the opportunity to be close to you for a single night


Can't find, a reason why
I can't understand or find a justification for


God came, to you and I
A higher power or destiny brought us together


If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go
If given the opportunity, I would hold on to you and never allow you to leave


Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know
Keep a firm grasp on love, as its presence is uncertain and fleeting


Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad
Although her eyes were physically attractive, they also conveyed a sense of emptiness and sadness


I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad
We engaged in occasional conversations and she showed appreciation for those interactions


That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it
She valued that I wasn't simply another man attempting to have a sexual relationship with her


So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute
Occasionally, we would pause and have brief conversations with each other


I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours
I didn't rely on tricks or strategies to keep her attention, so our short conversations naturally extended into longer periods of time


On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers
To celebrate her birthday, I gifted her a poem along with flowers


Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower
Following her cousin's baby shower, I treated her to a dinner date


We talked about, power to the people and such
During our conversations, we discussed topics related to social empowerment and similar subjects


We spent more time together but it was never enough
Although we increased the amount of time we spent with each other, it still wasn't satisfactory


I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel
I never attempted to make any inappropriate physical advances or take advantage of her


I was too interested, in keeping it real
My focus was on maintaining an authentic and genuine connection rather than seeking physical intimacy


Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino,"
She would affectionately refer to me as "carino," which means "dear" or "honey" in Spanish, emphasizing our close bond


And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks
Instead of using my stage name, she called me by my real name and regularly gifted me new books to read


Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak
Her presence and influence had a lasting impact on how I communicate and articulate my thoughts


It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks
Because of her, I ended my relationships with other casual partners or lovers


She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets
She persuaded me to cease spending time in dangerous or risky environments


To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you
She encouraged me to change my criminal behavior and refrain from harming innocent individuals


Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronxu
Instead, I focused on taking her to cultural and entertainment venues like the Apollo Theater and the Bronx


We sailed in Barrio (?) and the Metropolitan too
We explored different neighborhoods and areas, including Barrio (a predominantly Hispanic neighborhood) and the Metropolitan


Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew
I reached a stage where I had to choose between spending time with her or being with my group of friends


So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
I made the decision to express my genuine emotions to her one day


I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
Because I believed my life would be incomplete without her, I mustered the courage to confess my love to her


But honey's only response, was a face full of tears
Her reaction was one of sadness and she cried


She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight
All she could do was cry uncontrollably while clinging to me


I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight
I attempted to say something, but she continued to cry and didn't stop until I was out of her view


I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light
I felt similar to a moth who became too entranced by a bright light and suffered the consequences


Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night
Instead of being harmed or destroyed, I emotionally shut down and became distant after that incident


I went on with my life, college and my career
I continued my education and pursued my professional aspirations


Ended up locked up like an animal for a year
Unfortunately, I found myself incarcerated like a caged animal for a year


Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer
The corrections officers spoke to prisoners in a demeaning and authoritative manner


Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near
Just as my release from prison was approaching, I was placed in solitary confinement


At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her
During the night in my cell, I would close my eyes and visualize her


Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared
In my dreams, I could embrace her, but when I woke up, she was no longer there


Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer
My cell felt devoid of life until I was granted parole by the state, which occurred during the summer


came back, in tact and on track
I returned to society whole and focused on my path


But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold
However, the truth is that I still felt emotionally distant and disconnected


Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home
Despite receiving an emotional embrace and seeing my mother's tears when I returned home


My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone
My true friends would notice me lost in my thoughts, mentally distant from my surroundings


Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone
Engaging in sexual relationships with multiple women didn't fill the void of loneliness within me


Relatively well-known around the New York underground
I had gained some recognition and popularity within the alternative music scene of New York


But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down
However, my mind continued to dwell on her and the close bond we once shared


The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair
Memories of her distinctive voice and the pleasant aroma of her hair lingered in my mind


Though gone physically, somehow it was still there
Despite her physical absence, her presence and impact remained in my thoughts and feelings


I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear
The emotional weight was overwhelming, and I felt compelled to take action


So I went and visited the building where she used to live
I decided to go to the place where she had resided in the past


The world looks a lot different after you do a bid
One's perspective changes significantly after being in prison


The way your life done changed
The way your life has been altered or transformed


While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game
While ignorant individuals remain trapped in their old ways of thinking and behaving


Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine
For instance, her cousin who was involved in illegal drug sales on the street corner


Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name
I entered the lobby of the building and pressed the button corresponding to her surname


Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta
Her mother let me in and embraced me warmly, fulfilling a mother's duty


But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter
However, her mother's demeanor shifted when I inquired about her daughter


She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind
Her mother informed me that there was a written message for me that had been left behind


She had left it there waiting, for such a long time
She had intentionally left the note there, waiting for an extended period


I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first
I had the intention to inquire about the note, but her mother mentioned it before I had the chance


I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed
I noticed a tear forming in her eye, and her emotional state intensified as she uttered profanities


She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst
She informed me of the letter's location, and I began to fear the worst


Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door
I changed my stance, moved to the door, and opened it


And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor
As expected, there was an envelope with my name written on it lying on the floor


"Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said
The contents of the letter expressed that nobody loved me more than her, using the endearing term "carino"


"By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead
She anticipated that I would read the letter after her demise


But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven
When you left in 1997, a part of me felt a sense of loss and felt like it was in heaven


I thank God at least I got to know what love really was
She expressed gratitude to have experienced true love and understanding because of our relationship


But it hurt me, to see what true love really does
However, witnessing the consequences and pain of true love saddened her


'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was
Despite never engaging in sexual intimacy, I was everything to her


It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave
Because she cared for me deeply, she made the decision to separate from me


You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe
I made her question her previous beliefs and inspired her to have faith


And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me
However, she made a mistake and allowed herself to become emotionally vulnerable and attached to me


It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me
She found it difficult to maintain a guarded demeanor when others interacted with her


This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be
Her current circumstances did not align with her expectations of life


Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV
She revealed that she contracted HIV due to a blood transfusion


Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993
Since 1993, she had been hoping for an end or resolution to her situation


I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you
She never had the opportunity to engage in sexual intercourse and regretted not being able to share that intimacy with me


I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you
She shed tears while in the hospital because she felt that I was her only source of comfort and support


Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably
She asked for a promise that we would eventually be reunited in paradise or the afterlife


No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me
She vowed to carry my love with her for eternity, regardless of the circumstances


What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur
The events that unfolded for the remainder of the day remain hazy and indistinct


But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her
However, I vividly recall feeling a strong desire to die in her place


She was buried on August 3rd
Her burial took place on August 3rd


The story ends without a sequel
The narrative concludes without a continuation or follow-up


And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people
Now you understand why I, Technique, advise against becoming emotionally attached to others


Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you
If the person you love is physically present, hold them close and cherish the moment


The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you
Value and prioritize the person you truly love, rather than settling for someone who only desires a sexual relationship with you


Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond
Fully value and appreciate them, going above and beyond to express your love


'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone
You often fail to truly appreciate something or someone until you no longer have it




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@Refik Kozlic "Obnoxious" is one of my favorite songs of all time
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Theres a song called "The 3rd world" that is amazing

But seriously listen to his whole album's, you'll find some gems for sure
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@cifersinner4459

She was on her way to becoming a college graduate
Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid
The type of Latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with
Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire
Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire
Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez
Everyone told me, kicking it to her was hopeless
At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids
The thug niggas always talking about, how they smoke kids
But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play
"I'm not even interested, " is what her body language would say
Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it
It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it
On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it
Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it
Cause they regretted the long list of niggas that they let hit it
And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick
Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it
She spoke intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy
But when they tried to use her vocab they sounded sloppy
She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure
I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure

Don't you know that, time waits for no man
My fate, it's all planned
I'm blessed just to know you
I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night
Can't find, a reason why
God came, between you and I
If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go
Hold tight to your love, cause you never know

Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad
I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad
That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it
So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute
I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours
On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers
Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower
We talked about, power to the people and such
We spent more time together but it was never enough
I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel
I was too interested, in keeping it real
Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "cariño"
And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks
Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak
It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks
She convinced me, to stop hanging out on the streets
To stop robbing and stealing, from people like you
Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronx Zoo
Museo del Barrio and the Metropolitan too
Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew
So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
But honey's only response, was a face full of tears
She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight
I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight
I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light
Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night

Don't you know that, time waits for no man
My fate, it's all planned
I'm blessed just to know you
I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night
Can't find, a reason why
God came, between you and I
If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go
Hold tight to your love, cause you never know

I went on with my life, college and my career
Ended up locked up like an animal for a year
Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer
Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near
At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her
Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared
Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer
Came back, in tact and on track
But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold
Even after my mother, hugged me, crying at home
My real niggas would catch me thinking, outta my zone
Fucking lots of different women, but I still felt alone
Relatively well-known around the New York underground
But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down
The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair
Though gone physically, somehow it was still there
I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear
So I went and visited the building where she used to live
The world looks a lot different after you do a bid
The way your life done changed
While primitive minds are still stuck in the same game
Like her cousin who was on the corner slanging cocaine
Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name
Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother ought to
But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter

Don't you know that, time waits for no man
My fate, it's all planned
I'm blessed just to know you
I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night
Can't find, a reason why
God came, between you and I
If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go
Hold tight to your love, cause you never know

She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind
She had left it there waiting, for such a long time
I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first
I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed
She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst
Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door
And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor
"Nobody loves you more than me, cariño" is what the letter said
"By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead
But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven
I thank God at least I got to know what love really was
But it hurt me, to see what true love really does
Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was
It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave
You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe
And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me
It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me
This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be
Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV
Hope didn't exist for me since late in 1993
I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you
I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you
Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably
No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me"
What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur
But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her
She was buried on August 3rd
The story ends without a sequel
And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people
Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you
The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you
Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond
Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone



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@julezwayne7155

Enough to make a grown man cry... What a heartbreaking, lyrical masterpeace !!

@brianhoody

That’s rap (Rhythm and poetry)

@just_toni7036

YOU DONT CARE FOR ME YOU DESERVE TO BURN IN HELL FOR THIS !

@Creamer769

​@@brianhoodyinteresting how even where nobody knows english it's still known as rap, regardless of the abbreviation

@clockbain

Thing is.
He's telling my story from a different continent 😢😢

@guruuu92

@@clockbain ❤️

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@lucavillaflores8614

This shit hit me harder than dance with the devil omg

Immortal Technique is truly one of if not the best storyteller to ever exist in the entire rap game, my first experience with him was obviously when I heard dance with the devil in 2017 when I was in the 7th grade and man my friend put me onto it and I remember distinctly how I felt shocked, almost disgusted and close to tears and I said to my friends there will never be a song that will move me more than this one but damn was I wrong maddest of respect to immortal technique he truly is a master storyteller lyricist and MC of the rap game.

@tomjones6297

Nah dance with devil is harder come on now

@TheKingsaint504

@Tom Jones harder yes but wouldn’t make a grown man cry the same way. I’m cold hard all the same after many years so hearing some story about some low life dancing with the devil doesn’t cause the same reaction.

@tomjones6297

@Anthony Scudder maybe cause you never danced with the devil yourself. But regardless you make a good point. I can’t wait till my boy gets older and I can show him real music!

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