Dear Diary

[Hook] Dear diary, what a day its been Dear diary, its been just like a dream [Masta Ace] Ay, yo Ace, don't tell me you're thinkin' about a return I'm kinda concerned, when will you old cats ever learn? It's time to hang it up when you stand on your last leg When you don't write on the reg' and your future is past dead I'mma tell you cause none of these cats will You can't still try and rely on your rap skill You ain't got nothin behind you and believe me Not a label out that gonna find you and wanna sign you Write your rhymes in the shower, you washed up If there was a law against wack shit, you'd be locked up These cats in the game pretend that they your friend But as soon as you walk away, they talkin about you again Half of your old group don't like you and wanna fight you And even made songs about you to try to spite you Big Beat dropped you and said that you can't sell And they ain't had a hit since before Pac was in jail It's like the shit is up under your nose and you can't smell Hell, you probably older than Blu Cantrell You can't tell? It's over, capital O-V-E-R And that's just in case you can't spell, c'mon [Hook] [Masta Ace] Yeah I heard all of your prayers but I doubt that God got 'em So break out the suits and ties, and the hard bottoms And get yourself a job with a desk in a nice office And learn to enjoy all of the garbage that life offers And don't ever again show your face on the stage Or write the name Masta Ace on the page, kid ya done Whoever let you back in the door should get a smack in the jaw Cause you sure shouldn't be rappin no more You already proved that at the Lyricist Lounge affair Tryin to battle with rhymes you wrote on the way there Maybe next time you'll know not to play fair Say your best written shit and school 'em like daycare But through the sad mess and all of the bad press I can't recall a time in the past when you had less Ain't nobody out there who gon' keep it realer than me We one in the same sincerly, your diary [Hook x2]