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Why'd I have to say that? Gotta find a way that my words need to stay back. I know that was not right. Should've had a stoplight. Didn't mean to backbite. Didn't mean to backbite. Speakin' silent. That's what the Prophet said. Speakin' silent. That's what the Prophet said. Yeah, I was killin' with my old crew. Couple guys came to town hangin' like we used to. We started talkin' bout some brothers that we all knew. What they all doin' now, stuff they be up to. So they asked me about a brother that I knew. I said, let me not start, cause that brother's got issues. I should've stopped there and tried to change the subject. But their eyes lit up like they hadn't had enough yet. I started talkin' bout the brother, how he's this and that. Lex Luthor mindset. Gossip like kryptonite. It's a drug and people love to inhale. But this kinda intel will only put you in hell. Why'd I have to say that? Gotta find a way that my words need to stay back. I know that was not right. Should've had a stoplight. Didn't mean to backbite. Didn't mean to backbite. Speakin' silent. That's what the prophet said. Speakin' silent. That's what the prophet said. Now I only spoke the truth, at least what I knew of it. I tried to be fair, not to paint him like a hooligan. But like that game telephone, truth is never left alone. We vellin' and embellishin' everything that we pass along. They pass it on Facebook, Twitter. Misuse of these mics is the devil's playbook. So I found out later I had the wrong info. One stuff that I didn't know, it wasn't that simple. But now it's too late, my words spreadin' like cancer. Destroyed the brother's honor cause I tried to be gangster. Imagine on Qiyama, the brother says that's bro. For givin' me his good deeds, and now I'm left black. Why'd I have to say that? Gotta find a way that my words need to stay back. I know that was not right, shoulda had a stoplight. Didn't mean to backbite. Didn't mean to backbite. Speakin' silent. That's what the prophet said. Speakin' silent. That's what the prophet said. Now many take it lightly, I'm very concerned though. Angels they be writin' inside of they journal. Forgiveness I do plead, then fix it with good deeds. And quickly, before I end up inside a inferno. Speak good or keep silent. My hands may be calm, but my tongue was straight violent. So now I try imagine my brother like he was right there. If I say anything about him, he should not care. He would just smile knowing that I held back. You could never tell that we got issues to nail out. Keep it anonymous unless it's a necessity. Be careful though, cause that's how the devil begins the best of me. Why'd I have to say that? Gotta find a way that my words need to stay back. I know that was not right, shoulda had a stoplight. Didn't mean to backbite. Didn't mean to backbite. Speakin' silent. That's what the prophet said. Speakin' silent. That's what the prophet said.