Sometimes
N.O.R.E. Lyrics

Yo I grew up like the regular thug I think I told you that
I lived the life of a typical criminal and I have already mentioned this fact before.

My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
The only way for me to earn money was by distributing drugs, particularly crack cocaine.

I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that
I committed a violent crime and served time in prison as a result.

So now I kick back and get paid for raw rap
I have chosen a different path now and make money through my music career by creating authentic rap music.

Nigga 'Pone ain't home not yet (not yet?)
My friend 'Pone is currently unavailable and I am questioning if he will come back soon.

Yo it don't matter 'cause we's all on the same set
Regardless of whether 'Pone is here or not, we are all part of the same group and connected in our ways.

Me and ??? kick it on the here and there
I spend time with an unnamed person occasionally.

The really head to tough but the love is there
Our experiences have been harsh, but we remain caring for each other.

My pops died on July 3rd, '98
My father passed away on July 3rd, 1998.

So now a nigga need mad herb
I require a large amount of marijuana to cope with my grief.

'cause my pops is here yo he loved his son
My father loved me a lot, and I still feel his presence even though he is no longer alive.

Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun
In fact, my dad was the one who first introduced me to firearms.

And said Popi, you gotta protect ya moms
He advised me to protect my mother at all costs, even if it means resorting to violence.

Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms
Even if it requires me to carry weapons and use them if necessary.

He used to make me hit the punching bag
My father would often train me to box by making me practice punches on a punching bag.

My dad, he was a boxer god
My father was a skilled boxer and was highly respected in the sport.

And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove
He was very proud of his achievements in boxing and winning the Golden Gloves tournament.

He just a thug and I love him yo
Although my father was involved in criminal activities, I still love him very much.

So I'ma spread that love
I intend to share the love and respect I have towards my father with others.

Sometimes I want to cry and pray, sometimes
At times, I feel overwhelmed with sadness and feel the need to cry and offer prayers.

Sometimes I want Channel 8, sometimes
Occasionally, I desire to watch Channel 8 on television.

Sometimes I get drunk all god damn day
At times, I tend to get heavily intoxicated throughout the entire day.

Sometimes I want to go back around the way
I occasionally wish to go back to the old neighborhood where I grew up.

Sometimes I want to ride and smoke, sometimes
Sometimes, I feel like taking a ride and smoking cannabis.

Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
Even with enough money, I often feel unsatisfied and unhappy.

I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here
I raise and fire three shots in the air as a tribute to my deceased friends.

Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
Even if my friends are no longer with me, their memories and influence continues to shape my life.

Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
Deep in my thoughts, I smoke marijuana to remember my fallen friends.

You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
Despite being gone, the effect of my friends' existence is still evident through their offspring and descendants.

And who know it that you go so quick
It is unpredictable how suddenly and quickly one can depart from this world.

We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke
We all experienced despair and hopelessness while smoking weed together.

My pen spittin and I show this
I express my emotions and memories through my music by writing and performing it.

I swore an oath you would notice
I made a vow to my deceased friends that they would be remembered and honored.

I go to lengths with my rap strengths
I put in a lot of effort and creativity into my music skills and abilities.

When I think about my past friends K-Rock and D-zo
I think about my previous friends named K-Rock and D-zo, who have passed away.

Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties
Primo, who lived in the same neighborhood as me since we were youths.

The pain and project glory
The challenging and violent experiences of living in a public housing project.

I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush
I become emotional and overwhelmed by all the memories, much like the effect of smoking weed on one's senses.

Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I must
I must continue to keep it real and authentic in honor of my deceased heroes.

All my peoples street and physical
All of my friends come from a street and physical background, meaning they lived tough and violent lives.

I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
I will always remember my lost friends in my heart, although the memories might become slightly faded with time.

Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
I often resort to heavy drinking to cope with my thoughts, as if my mind becomes quiet and still in the process.

Touched by dead guys speakin
I feel a spiritual connection to my deceased friends when I hear their voices or words echoing in my head.

Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa be too
From The Notorious B.I.G. to Killa B, I have lost a lot of friends in the rap community.

??? and 2Pac, yo my twin and my pops
I also lost my twin, whose name is unknown, as well as my father-like figure 2Pac.

Hit-Hard Todd and Smiley, T-Bone too
I also lost my friends named Hit-Hard Todd, Smiley, and T-Bone.

And plus, my nigga Raheem, from ?
I also lost my friend named Raheem, but I am unsure of where he was from.

You know I poured out beer for Fernando too
Fernando was another friend who passed away, and I have honored him by pouring out beer.

And I still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
I continue to smoke cigarettes with my living companions, but still remember my lost friends while doing so.

Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same
Despite everything that has happened, I still play basketball in the same manner as before.

I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game
I tend to bend the rules slightly in order to improve my playing skill and win games.

But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit
I can't accept the fact that my friends are no longer alive and with me.

Thought you'd always be here, though we'd always be clique!
I believed that my friends would always remain by my side, and we would always be a strong group.

But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more
It is not fair that my friends have passed away and are no longer with me.

Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
I become overwhelmed with frustration and stress, and express it by kicking a door.

But I maintain still holdin' in the pain
Despite all the challenges and pain I have gone through, I continue to endure and persevere.

Why my pops had to go, why his kids the same
I question why my father had to leave this world, and why his children have to suffer the same fate.

Mothafuckin mambo, yo I love my dad
Despite the trappings of life that my father faced, I still deeply love him.

I know he probably didn't realize what he had
I believe my father did not fully understand or appreciate the significance of what he had in his life.