"She said - that she would give me greatness,
Status, placement above the others
My face would grace covers
Of the magazines of the hustlers
Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams
The purpose of our scene,
The obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen,
I could be her king
Together, she would make me cool
And we would both rule, forever,
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure, ever, again
And if the rain stops,
And everything's dry
She would cry
Just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'll teach me how to fly
Even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall
And I plummet from the sky
But she will keep me high
And if I ever die
She would commission my image on her bosom
To hum
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell
And I'll be..."
The above lyrics illustrate the misconceptions of a life of crime. In this verse, Lupe Fiasco personifies the streets as a women he is considering being in a relationship with. The women, the streets, persuades the protagonist of the song to be with her (or choose to live a life of crime) by promising him fortune and fame. He explains that the streets will enable him to attain his obsession, which is money, and fame as he explains that the women will enable him to live a life of luxury and grace the covers of magazines. Lupe Fiasco ends this verse by stating that this match, seemingly made in heaven may be corrupt, explaining that the match, as in a tool used for starting a fire, is what started the fires in hell.
Review by: Dominick