| She was on her way to becoming a college graduate | 
| Wouldn’t even stop to talk to the average kid | 
| The type of latina I’d sit and contemplate marriage with | 
| Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire | 
| Disciplined, intellectual beauty’s what I desire | 
| Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez | 
| Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless | 
| At first I just thought, she didn’t mess with broke kids | 
| The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids | 
| But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play | 
| «I'm not even interested"is what her body language would say | 
| Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it | 
| It didn’t matter how good your game was, she wasn’t with it | 
| On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn’t admit it | 
| Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it | 
| 'Cause they regreted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it | 
| And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald’s and did-dick | 
| Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it | 
| She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy | 
| But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy | 
| She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure | 
| I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn’t a cure | 
| Don’t you know that, time waits for no man | 
| Not fate, it’s all planned | 
| I’m blessed just to know you | 
| I’ve loved and I’ve lost just to hold you all night | 
| Can’t find, a reason why | 
| God came, to you and I | 
| If I had the chance again, I’d never let you go | 
| Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know | 
| Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad | 
| I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad | 
| That I wasn’t just another nigga trying to get in it | 
| So every now and then we’d stop and talk for a minute | 
| I didn’t have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours | 
| On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers | 
| Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin’s baby shower | 
| We talked about, power to the people and such | 
| We spent more time together but it was never enough | 
| I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel | 
| I was too interested, in keeping it real | 
| Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me «carino,» | 
| And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks | 
| Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak | 
| It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks | 
| She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets | 
| To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you | 
| Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronxu | 
| We sailed in Barrio (?) and the Metropolitan too | 
| Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew | 
| So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true | 
| I couldn’t live without her so I told her, facing my fears | 
| But honey’s only response, was a face full of tears | 
| She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight | 
| I tried to speak, but she wouldn’t stop until I left sight | 
| I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light | 
| Except I didn’t burn, I turned cold after that night | 
| I went on with my life, college and my career | 
| Ended up locked up like an animal for a year | 
| Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer | 
| Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near | 
| At night in my cell, I’d close my eyes and I’d see her | 
| Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared | 
| Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer | 
| came back, in tact and on track | 
| But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold | 
| Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home | 
| My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone | 
| Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone | 
| Relatively well-known around the New York underground | 
| But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down | 
| The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair | 
| Though gone physically, somehow it was still there | 
| I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear | 
| So I went and visited the building where she used to live | 
| The world looks a lot different after you do a bid | 
| The way your life done changed | 
| While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game | 
| Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine | 
| Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name | 
| Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta | 
| But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter | 
| She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind | 
| She had left it there waiting, for such a long time | 
| I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first | 
| I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed | 
| She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst | 
| Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door | 
| And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor | 
| «Nobody loves you more than me carino"is what the letter said | 
| «By the time you get to read this, I’ll probably be dead | 
| But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven | 
| I thank God at least I got to know what love really was | 
| But it hurt me, to see what true love really does | 
| 'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was | 
| It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave | 
| You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe | 
| And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me | 
| It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me | 
| This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be | 
| Baby don’t you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV | 
| Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993 | 
| I died a virgin, I wish I could’ve given myself to you | 
| I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you | 
| Promise that you’ll meet me in paradise inevitably | 
| No matter what, I’ll keep your love forever with me» | 
| What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur | 
| But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her | 
| She was buried on August 3rd | 
| The story ends without a sequel | 
| And now you know why Technique, don’t fucking fall in love with people | 
| Hold the person that you love closely if they’re next to you | 
| The one you love, not the person that’ll simply have sex with you | 
| Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond | 
| 'Cause you never really know what you got, until it’s gone |