Who I Am
diplomats the Lyrics

Uh-huh, Santana
Acknowledgement of Santana's sick beat

I like that man
The diplomat enjoys the beat

That bad-da-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, that's hot
The beat is hot and enjoyable to listen to

That's hot I like that, uh
The diplomat continues to enjoy listening to the beat

Yeah, who are you? Santana
A question posed to Santana, acknowledging the maker of the beat

Shit is crazy, man
Expressing an emotional reaction to the beat

Y'all think niggas don't cry, man? We do
Challenging the stereotype that men don't cry

I gotta get my thoughts together, man
Acknowledging the need to gather his thoughts

Be cryin' sometimes too
Explaining that he, too, experiences emotions like crying

But it's like, yo, zone out
Suggesting to relax and zone out

The time is now, my grind is here shit
Motivating himself to start working hard now

My body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it
His body and mind are in sync, ready to start working

I'm movin' at an unstoppable pace
He's moving quickly and steadily towards his goals

I managed to reach the top of the race
He's ahead in his career

Before it started damn, cold-hearted man
Acknowledging that he's a cold-hearted man to some extent

Rip apart your man, for that green dollar
Will do anything for money

Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla
Goes where his targets are and makes himself known

Shoot and move from where ever my targets land
He's flexible in moving around to get his work done

Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep
Admitting to seeing ghosts in his sleep

It's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep
He has trouble discerning reality from sleep

Holdin' the heat, cold sweat all on my sheet
Anxious and scared at night

That's why I paint the most vividest pictures
Creating vivid imagery in his songs

For my niggas, my bitches in the same position I live in
Representing and speaking to others from similar backgrounds as him

No oil or hot water, just boilin' hot water
Living in a tough situation with limited amenities

Cookin' coke, to the oil and hot water, shit
Cooking drugs in a dangerous environment

But who am I, man?
Reflecting on who he really is

I couldn't tell y'all
Uncertain about who he really is

Fuck is wrong wit' y'all, man
Frustrated with the uncertainty surrounding his identity

Shit is real, man
Emphasizing that his life is real and not made up

You know, I told you we cry, man
Reiterating that men do cry

We also talk about real shit
Discussing real emotions and situations

So fuck with me
Encouraging others to listen to him

Well, at least most of the time
Admitting to talking about unimportant things sometimes

We do talk about some bullshit too, man
Acknowledging that he does discuss meaningless topics

I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona
Describing himself as someone who is alone and striving to do what is right

But still sell crack right on the corner
Despite trying to do what's right, he's still involved in illegal acts

My life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed up
His life is complicated and difficult to navigate

Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffs
Involved in making and selling large sums of drugs, with a high risk of getting caught

Big bail it gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks (damn)
If caught, he'll have to pay a large bail to get out of jail, which he finds frustrating

I need to find another road to follow
Acknowledging that he needs to find a more positive path

One that's new and strong, not old and hollow, oh
Wants to find a new and meaningful path

As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeer
Drinking and smoking to cope with stressful situations

Listenin' to some old Aaliyah, I say
Listening to music to help unwind

Damn (damn, man), shit is crazy, man
Reflecting again on the craziness of life

And a tear comes tremblin' down
Crying due to the emotions evoked by the situation

Never seen a man cry, well you witness it now
Challenging the stereotype that men don't cry by crying himself

Shit, this ain't game from the heart, this is pain from the heart
Expressing the pain he's feeling

This is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so
Dedicating the song to someone named Dame

Already told y'all we cry, man
Reiterating that men do cry

You know who seen my cry the most
Acknowledging the person who has seen him cry the most

My mother though, man (yeah)
Revealing that his mother has seen him cry a lot

She watched me cry a lot, man
Explaining that his mother has seen him cry a lot throughout his life

Mommy, I just want you to know
Addressing his mother

I'm in love with you so
Expressing love for his mother

If you wasn't here I'd be in love with your soul (oh)
Suggesting that he has endless love and respect for his mother

My angel, mommy I'd die faithful (yes)
Describing his mother with a term of endearment, and wishing to remain faithful to her

Just knowin' somebody tried to violate you
Threatening someone who tries to hurt his mother

I'll slide eighths through the side of their facial (of course)
Threatening to cut someone's face with a weapon

Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial (I will)
Threatening to hurt anyone who tries to violate his mother

I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, I swallow the gun (yes)
Willing to take a bullet for his mother

Shit, you gotta know I'm your son
Reinforcing the fact that he's her son and is fiercely protective of her

Damn, this type of love, could only come from her son
This unconditional love can only come from a mother-son relationship

Hold up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk
Telling his mother to wait, as he's intoxicated

Listen
Asking his mother to listen to him

C'mon, man
Urging the listener to pay attention

Listen to me
Encouraging the listener to listen to his words

Down, down
Asking someone to calm down

Once again, man
Starting again, speaking to the listener

I love you
Expressing love for the listener

Yeah, but it's more then the liquor and weed
Explaining that his love goes beyond substance abuse

Yeah, it's more then the liquor in me
Reiterating that his love goes beyond substance abuse

Shit (uh), I gotta get it together
Acknowledging his need to get his life together

I was fallin' off, with drunk words and sober thoughts
Admitting that his alcohol abuse affected his thinking

So, I'm still speakin' the truth (uh-huh)
Despite his struggles, he's still speaking honestly

And what I'm still speakin' is truth
Reiterating that his words are truthful

This is your younger son speakin' to you mommy
Acknowledging that he's her son, speaking to her

Talk to me mommy
Urging his mother to speak to him

Woo
An exclamation of excitement, or a sound of agreement

I told you I love that
Reiterating his love for the beat

Yeah
An exclamation of agreement

Who am I, man?
Questioning his identity

I done spoke to y'all enough, man
Feeling like he's expressed himself enough

I think now
Thinking about his identity now

Y'all know why we cry
Reiterating that men do cry, and that they cry for a variety of reasons

James, cut this shit off
Directing someone named James to stop the music