(feat. Mercedes Martinez)    [Mercedes Martinez]  When I think about perfect times  I think about yesterday  You can asked me about the future  I don't know what to say  Tomorrow's story's unknown  So listen  It's almost anyone's guess  Unwritten    When I think about perfect times  I think about yesterday  You can ask me about the future  I don't know what to say  It's almost anyone's guess    [Black Thought]  Yo  It was a cold night  Not cold like the winter  Just cold like a energy was in the air  I generally don't like  The driver had to dip, so he left me in the whip  Turned around and said, ("You know you're on your own, right?")    [PAUSE]    I'm the zone like  There's pictures on the wall of my own life  Just like a drive-in  Only it's live, and this a montage of the places I been  My sixth sense taste the problem  The sus-pense had my heart racin', throbbin'  Just like a young punk with a tape revolver  Pointed at the driver of a car, faced to rob him  The cigarettes chased the vodka  The nigga just chased the dream but won't taste the monster  The son won't face the father  The gun won't erase the drama  While you're waitin', the time's up  [GUN COCKS]