It was a gloomy, rainy, foggy night.
Now I’m thinking, I shouldn’t have started that fight.
Tossed and forbidden from this club, damn it was out of sight.
But sweet Jesus, Where is my freaking ride?
Hell, they must still be inside.
All of a sudden, drizzles start falling from the sky.
Holy shit,”what a night”.
And to top it off, now I got to find a spot to hide.
Don’t want to get wet, I want to stay dry.
I run and pick up pace past this cemetery.
And found a place, where the view isn’t that scary.
I see a tree sitting in the middle of this vacant lot.
Thank you God, it seems like a really good spot.
I peeped around me, and took a quick eye shot.
A cemetery a couple of hundred feet away from me.
An old white house across the street I see.
WOW! This is kinda eerie.
To hell with it, I know what will make me more cheery.
I remembered the joint I had in my pocket.
While I wait, I’ll sit here and puff on this rocket.
Just me chill-in, thinking about something and nothing.
Thoughts in my head I’m conducting.
Oh, what a nasty night it is.
Gusts of wind and water start falling from within.
The moon is full and set over the top of this place.
Staring at me, while wind and water gusts dampen my face.
Oh grace, and then to my dismay.
An angel popped out, she said,”come this way”
On this side of the tree you won’t get sprayed.
Ah, Thanks, but who are you, what’s your name?
My name is,”Yolanda Creed”.
And I come here a lot to read.
My second home away from home is what this tree means to me.
I like to sit here to read and write in my diary.
Oh I see, Cool. Spanish is my name, that’s who I be.
I was clubbing, kinda got into a brawl, then things got a little nasty.
I got kicked out, and i was just waiting for my friends to acknowledge that I was missing.
I’m not sweating it, I’m not tripping.
I have the pleasure of meeting your acquaintance, under this tree which I am visiting.
But understand what I say, I’m not dissing,
With an angelic voice, okay great!
Where did you come from?
She was soft spoken, On nights just like this, I like to visit this spot,
I sit here to read and wait for my love to show up.
But now you’re back, Alfred, come over here and give me a great big hug.
In my head I’m thinking, wow,this girl is kinda nuts.
Hey she’s very beautiful and seems kinda fun.
What the hell, what harm can be done
She was well composed, and her presence was strong.
For some reason, I felt like, I’d known her for a very long time.
We sat there and chatted for a while.
I gave her my class ring and she rocked it with style.
It was interesting listening to her, but her brain was short on wires.
All of a sudden, I noticed that it had stopped raining.
Still foggy, but there’s no explaining.
I say,”hey, you there”, how about a walk?
She said, ”okay,but I just can’t go very far”.
Don’t worry my dear, a stroll just down the block.
Her voice with a tremble of concern in it, ”That’s cool, but I can not go any further.
The intersection I choose not to cross”.
I was so memorized with her beauty, her grace, and her style.
She was so divine, I was in shock
Wow, I like everything about her, this girl rocks.
But her defects were, how would a psychiatrist put it? Aah, shes “NUTS”
Believe me for what I say, I kid you not.
Cause I told her my name was “Spanish”, but she kept calling me “Alfred”
And the way she looked at me and held my hand,
Its like as if, I’ve always been her man.
I’m really not trying to understand.
If I play my cards wright, maybe I can get into her pants.
I’m going to be bold, I’m going to show her true romance.
As we walked, it seems like time just stood still.
When I looked into her eyes, I felt kinda weird.
In her eyes, I can see me and her on this same ordeal.
Only it was me, but it wasn’t. Really can’t see it that well, the image was corrupted.
But I see us walking down this street, then we got interrupted.
By a group of thugs, who were out for something chaotic.
They approached us, we were being mocked and surrounded.
I stayed cool, and said, ”hey we want no problems.
We’re just minding our own business, okay man?
Leave us alone, please, don’t you understand?
I am just having some alone time with my lady.
Why are you all acting so shady?
Quit being such dicks,
Why don’t you act your age and stop being such pricks.
One of the thugs said, ”now just for opening your mouth, you is who we going to mess with.
You should have kept your mouth shut, you stupid ass spic.
Yo Rick, Robert, Johnny get him!
As they launched at me, I put up a fight.
But I was overpowered by two of the guys.
Chris, the leader, had Yolanda, oh give me a kiss baby don’t be shy.
Give Daddy some sugar, damn you look fly.
I screamed at him, hey! leave her alone. if you harm her, I swear you will die.
He went to try to grab her and fondle her behind.
But she managed to shove him enough and poke him in the eye.
He screamed, ”you bitch!”, and knocked her off her feet, with one big strike.
W-sup with this notepad in which you write?
“That is mine”, she said, ”you have no right.
Give it to me or I swear….
Shut up bitch, cause of this shit I don’t care!
You want it, go get it.
He tossed the notebook, and it landed in the intersection.
As she got up, she kneed him in the mid section.
Chris goes down in ossification.
She runs towards the notebook’s destination.
I managed to get free from the hold the two had on me.
And yelled out, “Yolanda, be-careful, there’s allot of traffic”
Ca-Chin, a hit on my head, had stopped my rapping.
I heard a voice from the distance say, ”hey, are you alright?
Sorry man, it was an accident,
I was throwing the ball around and it went out of bounds,
It made its way to your head, that’s what it found.”
It’s okay dude, where’s that girl I was talking to?
What? Sorry bro, all i have seen is you.
Damn, how long was I out?
Cause I remember her name,”Yolanda Creed”. That was her name without a doubt.
Sorry man, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
But you might want to go check out that white house across the street.
The name you mentioned is on their mailbox.
That’s the name on the mailbox,indeed.
But before anything you got to get your head checked out.
Ouch, Yeah, your wright with out a doubt.
The next morning when I awoke, my head was throbbing,
I needed medication to toke.
Images from last night was coming up in smoke, yeah,
I was hanging out with a girl named, “Yolanda Creed”
before my head nearly got broke, as I sat there and took a toke.
Thinking, tapping my chin as I blow out the smoke.
But there’s allot of things that I can’t remember to well, the images are kinda shady.
The hit to my head made everything kinda dim.
Let me get all geared up, let me get ready,
I want to go see this chick Yolanda, and ask her to be my baby.
Yeah, she was pretty, and I think I like like the pretty little lady.
Okay, let me think,
I met her in an empty lot with a big tree,
Somewhere near a cemetery.
As I take a ride I find the position in which i was seeking.
I went and sat by the tree and started peeping.
I sat there for about an hour thinking about the night before, just tripping.
Well I guess it’s that white house I’ll be visiting.
As I walk toward the white house across the street.
I saw the name on the mailbox, it says ”Creed.”
Okay, so this is where she lives.
As I tap on the door, no one answers.
Then all I could hear was two little yappers.
Then I hear, shh, Snowball, Fergy, get out of the way.
The door opens, who are you and what do you have to say?
I’m looking for someone that’s all, is that okay?
Okay, who are you looking for?
Asking me while the yappers are growling at me from beyond the door.
I smile and take control.
Her name is, “Yolanda Creed”
Is she here, can I see her? Because she is the one I seek.
The old lady with a confused expression, why do you ask of her, why do you speak?
I ran into her last night under that tree across the street.
We talked and had a great time,
I can’t remember much, but she was quite nice.
I think we ran into some trouble and I wanted to see if she was alright.
The old lady’s face went pale, a shade of white.
Is this a joke? Get out of here before you, who it is I am going to fight.
Leave now, I warned you cause I’m calling the police.
Mam, whats wrong? I just want to speak to her please.
She starts to weep and with confusion in her voice, why are you doing this?
Sorry mam, but what are you talking about, why are you tripping?
I’m just here as a friend I’m not dissing.
I mean no disrespect to you or your family.
Now with your actions, a little concerned I be.
Whats wrong, why you acting so crazy?
The old lady starts sobbing, because I don’t like it when people lie to me.
What? Now I’m confused, what do you mean?
My daughter Yolanda, died 5 years ago, on the corner of that there intersection you see.
Why do you do this, why do you mock me?
Her and her fiance, Alfred were walking home one night, when they were confronted and got into a fight.
One of the guy’s threw her diary and it landed at the intersection
Yolanda was so dizzy and ran to go get it, this part I don’t like to mention.
She ran into on-coming traffic and got hit by a 1994 Intrepid.
Her fiance Alfred, got his head smashed with a butt of a Smith & Wesson.
The four thugs got what they deserve, they are still learning their
You see there, why you lie to me?
I’m just a lonely little old lady, just let me be.
Mam, I don’t understand, I know it wasn’t a dream.
I remember kinda clearly meeting her under that tree.
The old lady sobbing, oh yes, she use to go there a lot to read.
But whoever you saw last night, it wasn’t my “Yolanda Creed”
Good luck looking for that girl, I hope you find her.
You are confused son ,so why don’t you go?
But, But, But, I didn’t know what to say.
Still in denial. No,I know she said her name was,”Yolanda Creed.”
Son, you got hit on the head. Your image from last night is kinda fuzzy.
I don’t know who it was, but it wasn’t Yolanda, trust me.
So confused, ah, thank you mam, sorry for the inconvenience.
I turn to leave and find myself in such disbelief.
Curiosity just made me go through the cemetery.
As I walked into the cemetery I see crypts, crosses and statues of Marie.
It’s quiet, it’s peaceful, not so scary.
I looked to my left and guess what I see?
Holy shit a headstone marked,”Yolanda Creed”
And a picture of her, wow, that’s her, that’s my lady!
No it’s not possible, it just can’t be
Then I looked down and guess what I see?
Wow, this is so crazy, it was my class ring.
No way, is this a ghost story.
Damn, my mind is playing tricks on me.
It was a gloomy, rainy, foggy night.