Cormega]nYo, its night time I can't sleepnMy pens beggin' me to write rhymesnCory's a felony despite timenI embrace the urge on the tip of my tonguenI taste the words a story is born, my glorious songnHip hop cannot ignore me for longnI know her last man abused her, I can't refuse hernAlotta niggas used her, treated her like shit even confused hernShe had class now she sellin it all for cashnWhen Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatternPrimo treated her good, made her the queen in my hoodnShe used to be out in Queens with DMCnAnd on the rooftp with Big, Fritz, and R.P.nShe was fly she kept her shit tightnYo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wifenDisappeared a few years, she was Stranded On Death RownDre had her on anotha level in the west coastnShe met a lame with with a drug dealer namenHe had a lot for a while, then his whole style changednYou know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifestednIf not fed in due time the mind is anerexicnYou understand the messagenI know I'm gettin to deep for somenRhyme -- Uncut raw, the beat numbnBack to the subject in hand, I called her and said I miss hernStop fuckin with my fake crew cuz they dissed hernThen along came the R, reminding her of her essencenRza said she like a sister blessin her with lessonsnShe was stressed because she missed PacnShe still crying after B.I.G. died askin 'when will this shit stop?'nI love her like a mother, my physical pathnShe even overlooked the fact about my criminal pastnAnd stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passednNo longer is she lettin niggas fuck her just for cashnWhats her name dun? *Echoed*