I know I always say
It just a lil too late...

What you say is hypocritical / Nothing you say can...

The decree of fate issued to me,
Fate of what’s to come, fate of...

As I tried to explain her description,
Others wader from my true intention...

As I stare into her eyes opening,
They turn to a glare evil and red...

Looking back over shoulder
Hoping to see you there...

No not ways of Nazism
Nor the fashion of communism...

You kept me off drugs.
You kept me from the bottle...

Kronic writer was I once,
Before I did have life...

To be together
Must be our fate...

Ain't seen her since last December
Today I finally saw her...

Pretty, lovely, elegant, beautiful, hot...
All of which describe you...