[Intro]

Do you ever sing a little song like this

When you get up in the morning?

[Chorus: Ray Thomas & Masta Ace]

Dear diary, (Yo) what a day it’s been (Now I hope you ain’t releasin’ another album)

Dear diary, it's been just like a dream (Let me ask you something)

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]

Ayo Ace, don't tell me you thinkin' about a return

I'm kind of 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'ma tell you ‘cause none of these cats will

You can't still try to rely on your rap skill

You ain't got nothin’ behind you and believe me

Not a label out that gon’ find you and want to sign you

Write your rhymes in the shower, you’re 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’ ‘bout you again

Half your old group don't like you and want to 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’s 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

[Chorus: Ray Thomas & Masta Ace]

Dear diary, what a day it’s been (Trust me, I know what I’m talkin’ about)

Dear diary, it's been just like a dream (You need to give it up, ‘kay? It’s over)

Woke up too late, wasn't where I should have been (It’s not ‘88, ‘89 no more)

For goodness’ sake, what's happening to me? (Oh you prayin’ now?)

[Verse 2: 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 a stage

Or write the name Masta Ace on a 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 gon' keep it realer than me

We one in the same, sincerely, your diary

[Chorus: Ray Thomas & Masta Ace]

Dear diary, (Stupid, man) what a day it’s been (What’s wrong with you?)

Dear diary, it's been just like a dream (Psh, let these cats gas you up)

Woke up too late, (Thinkin’ you could put another record out) wasn't where I should have been

For goodness’ sake, (Sad, man) what's happening to me? (Start a family and move somewhere, get a job or something)

Dear diary, what a day it’s been

Dear diary, (Probably checkin’ for your ass) it's been just like a dream

Woke up too late, (You gon’ waste all these people’s money) wasn't where I should have been (You ain’t gettin’ no video)

For goodness’ sake, what's happening to me? (It’s over)