Marco Polo - G.U.R.U. (ft. Talib Kweli & DJ Premier)
Without exaggeration, this is my favorite eulogy hip-hop song ever. The production is phenomenal, as I would expect from Marco Polo, my favorite Canadian producer. Everyone on this track obviously went all out. Cost isn’t a factor when you’re making the song for your fans just as much as you’re making it for own piece of mind and your lost friend. I didn’t realize Talib Kweli and Guru had such a history, and Talib’s potent story telling delivers on all fronts. Guru died on this day (April 19) exactly 3 years ago at the age of 48 from Cancer. He was a king of the golden era, and consistently delivered sharp and well thought out lyrics over DJ Premier’s classic beats while they were Gang Starr. My you forever rhyme in pace and rest in beats.
“Lucy was 87, upon her death bed At the senior home, where she had previously checked in Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn Had a television in the room that she’d never turned on Lucy pinned up a life worth’s of pictures on the wall And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all Now Rico, he had passed, ‘bout 5 years back So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o’ nothin’ She’d never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she said: “Look, I’ve never had a dream in my life Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven’t pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So I’ve been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!” Well! The nurse jumped back, She’d never heard Lucy even talk, ‘Specially words like that She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures …and she died.”
This song will always be my go-to song for feeling better.
Today is different - I didn’t go right for the weed I went to the shower first, then I went to eat Then I came home, sat down fully clothed Found this Alchemist beat Damn, this shit goes… I must be happy today I must have chased the dark clouds away I must have done somethin good that no one else saw Like helped that lady cross the street (your bag’s about to fall) Yeah, non-selfish acts of love Not to get anything back, just to do it because (y’know?) I’m happy today, got no ulterior motives I scratched my 22’s but fuck it I’ma keep rollin (it’s nothin) Can’t shit get me down, no sir The world is mine, but I share (okay it’s also yours) The tour is mine, but I share (okay it’s also yours) The girl is mine, but I share (okay it’s also yours)
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.”—Neil Gaiman