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America the beautiful, gangsta's paradise
For a black man to be rich, you say we sacrifice our own family members
Like we're not savvy enough to make outstanding figures
And ain't nobody in no cult
I give so much, financially give away
But there's an aspect of that that's crippling to us today
Still coping and dealing with my environment as a kid
I trust no one today because what someone in my past did

[Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X)]

Some of us have angels -- the kingdom, the power
Some of us have angels -- the power, the glory
Some of us have demons -- greed, and lust
Some of us have demons -- lust, temptation

[Nas]

Uh (Hit-Boy)
OG Talk
Project halls
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (for real, for real)
I can send niggas a slide
I'd rather show them the ropes
Integrity matters the most
I gave the hood hope

[Nas]
Uhh.. regulate nigga
Bravehearts nigga
Live for this
Some of y'all don't live at all
Get yours nigga
Get yours baby
Uhh, yo.. yo..

[Intro: AZ]

This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about..
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, youknowImean?
Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man
Yknahmean?

[Verse 1]
Before all I saw was gangsters, coming up as a youngster
Pussy and money the only language I clung to
Clang to, unrolled myself up to become one
Ain't you happy I chose rap? I'm a munster
Streets deceiving, can't believe my achievements
Cultural strata, persona is that of a non-needer
'Cause I don't need nada cept for Prada beaver

The ill reminisce and think about the fly days
Nothing like them 80s summer N.Y. days
Hop on the NB5 days
Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways
How it all started, fifth floor apartment
A jigsaw puzzle aerial view of the projects
A kid saw struggle, buried a few of his partners
Now chill in resorts, enjoying massages

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Bezour Bentley.
of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney.
Brizilian candy, from Miami.
massouse, wedding ring on, lovin Celine Dion.
hate rap, told me where she get caked at.
shes a part time danca, part time romanca.
tries to be a mother when she gets a chance ta.
left her husband, alone to raise they son hes in pampers.

Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley
got blazed before they told stories
I'm get blazed before I tell y'all stories
I saw on TV today, this man lost his son, his son died
So he had him cremated, took his ashes, and then made it to a Diamond ring
Now he watches his son shine everyday
I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yeah

Alchemist you know me man
I’m the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track; you know what I’m sayin?
Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today
Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man
I don’t even remember when I was writing these shits
Or what’s in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man
Fuck it check it

[Intro: Olu Dara singing]
See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive

[Verse 1: Nas]

[Nas]
There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back
Straw hat on the porch when you old perhaps
Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one
Brag, to your grandkids about how life is golden
So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib
Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did
All the money and fame, 8 by 10's

Count me in

Yeah

Yeah
Turn it up let the radio blast
This a movie can't catch it on HBO Max
Couldn't play me even back when we was playin' tag

Nas]
One more time, one more time
Uh, one more time, uh
One more time

I dream of the day I can go back to when I was born
Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom
Wish you'd appear

[Intro]
Check it out... I call it
Yeah
Yeah
I call it

Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this
Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this

[Nas]
Ill Will, Flip-mooode!
I'm the Enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my entrance, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleepin under open windows that's drafty
Then wakin up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nasty
They short, a few inches North of a dwarf

Uhh

Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause

[gunshots]

[2Pac talking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga

I want y'all to see this like film. C-Sick on production, Nas on the vocal.. let's go

Life's a fog at night red brake lights
The freeway beside a restaurant
Cold egg whites sat on my plate like
3 AM this is a spot frequented by some made men
I'm high on hemp a fly old pimp
Just walked in, his suit was shark skin,

[Nas]
Crime, life, bitches, money
Time..
For my Braveheart's.. my Braveheart's
Uhh, uhh, uhh.. what, what, what?
One time.. two times..
From "Breaking Atoms" to "Illmatic", to goin platinum
Shit did change course since rippin it with Main Source

[Chorus 2X: Nas]
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you could feel my pain
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) You'd feel the whirlwind blow you

[Nas]
My daily dose is ferocious

"Get-get.. get down!" - [James Brown]

[Nas]
Uh.. uh.. uh..
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin

"Getting Married"

[Chorus]
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find a chick I want

[Nas]
This ain't no sucka for love shit

[Chorus]
Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
you want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
so you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
You ain't real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

[Chorus]
Yo I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
so I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun")
You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun"
you want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
so you tried to front, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")
You ain't real, hope ya ("got yourself a gun")

(Right..) (Right..)
Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria

[Nas]
Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer

If heaven was a mile away
Would I pack up my bags
And leave this world behind?
If heaven was a mile away
Or save it all for you?

If heaven was a mile away
Would I, fill the tank up with gas

Chain gleaming
Switching lanes
Two-seating
Hate him or love him
For the same reason
Can't leave it
The games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in

[DJ samples]
"Hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip--hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "hip hop"

[Hook - 2X]
If hip hop should die before I wake

[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield]
I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation

I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation

[Kids]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up

[Nas]
Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
I don't get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit

[Kids]
I know I can (I know I can)
Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it (If I work hard it)
I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be)

[Nas]
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up

I know I can
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can
I know I can
Be what I wanna be

Я хочу поговорить с мэром, губернатором, сраным президентом.
Я хочу поговорить с ФБР, ЦРУ и сраным конгрессменом.

[Nas]
Пропустите меня в Белый Дом.
Я имею на это право, ведь я - ваша родня.
И мы выбрали этого засранца.
Вы убьете меня из-за моего желания?

Life - I wonder
Will it take me under - I don`t know

Verse One: Nas

Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin
Imagine going to court with no trial
Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters

It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin

[Nasty Nas:]
I had a dream, I was a gangsta, drinking Moets, hold tecs
Making sure the cash is correct, then I stepped
Investments and stocks, strolling up the block
To sell rocks, winning gun fights with the cops
Custom-made suits, hands full of ice and gold
Making thousand dollar bets on the dice I rolled
Girls on the night patrol, the whore market

[Chorus]
Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G
Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G

[Nas]

K-I-SS-I-N-G

1 - Picture us married you and me k-i-s-s-i-n-g
I remember the first time girl you and me f-u-c-k-i-n-g

Repeat 1

She was the modern Isis, honey dog, she was priceless

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay

Yeah yeah aiyyo black it's time (word?)
(Word it's time nigga?)
Yeah it's time man (aight nigga begin)
Yeah straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
Where fake niggaz don't make it back
I don't know how to start this shit yo now

Verse One: Nas

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus 2X]
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I been through
I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official

Yeah, check check, testing
It's clear out there? Yeah
It's like I'm hang gliding over the hood, ha
Never worry (ohhh, no, no, no)

[Verse 1]
Check, let there be light
No gang banging in New York tonight

[Nas]
To my niggaz.. huh..
We all we got..
Let's hold it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with, y'know?
Yo..

*gun blast*
[P] I shot the motherfuckin' back
[H] Right out the ass son
[P] For niggaz don't know how to act
[H] What the deal son
[P] I shot the motherfuckin' back
[H] No doubt son
[P] For niggaz don't know how to act

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big moneyin' to most
An uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic
Nothing is figurative
I can wish it into existence

[shotgun blast]
[old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X]

[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas yo

(Check that shit)
Aight fuck that shit, word word
Fuck that other shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We gon' do a little somethin like this, yaknahmsayin?
(Is they up on this?)
Keep it on and on and on and on and..
KnowhatI'msayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?
(What it is like?) Hah, knowhatI'msayin?

One more time, one more time
Uh, one more time, uh
One more time...

I dream of the day I can go back to when I was born
Laying in your arms, wishing you was here today mom
Wish you`d appear, just for a second from heaven my tears would be gone
I wouldn`t be rapping this song

'Bout it, that's how I feel
We used to all put in and go half on bail money
Fuck makin' it rain, now we makin' it hail money
I never met Muhammed Ali, wish I did
My brother saw him, champ told him nothing is real
Gave me the chills, thought about it, that's how I feel
We on autopilot, no captain behind the wheel
My whole career, I steered away from features

My niggaz got scarred grills
Skully hats and gats be fullys
Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel
Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap
Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria
Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors

Ay Hit, we gon' do some shit like this my nigga
Yeah though I walk through the valley of infidels, suckers
Who adhere to sucker religions
Life's a bible
We livin' in biblical times
Uh, first chapter
This chapter called "Men"
Given knowledge by the psychotic the block was college

Yeah yeah aiyyo black it's time (word?)
(Word it's time nigga?)
Yeah it's time man (aight nigga begin)
Yeah straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
Where fake niggaz don't make it back
I don't know how to start this shit yo now

Verse One: Nas

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine

Freedom of jail, clips inserted
A baby is being born the same time my man is murdered
The beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain, my plateau
And also, what defines my name
First it was nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my sign for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame

Nas - Nas Will Prevail. This is the highest quality version of this rare, unreleased song off of Nas' demo tape. It is also known as the original version of "It Ain't Hard To Tell." All properties belong to their respective owners.

[Verse 1]
It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail
The mic comes in contact with the third rail
My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac
With this, see I'm a brainiac
I call you tattoo, you never come off

Word
Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars
Check it out

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered

Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world,
It's a new world, it's a new world
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world

Yo, celebrate the new life
New ways to make money
New ways to break dummies
Forge they name and take money

Uhh, uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh

No idea's original, there's nothin' new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around material, women
And large paper that means you inferior, not major

[Intro: repeat 2X]
No idea's original, there's nothin new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not major

[Nas]
If niggaz could look inside my mind, you'll find

Nothing Lasts Forever
lotta times it seem like you aint gonna make it where you wanna be in life
but yo, yo if ya gotta plan
believe me you gonna get there
you gonna get everything you ever wanted baby, thas ma word

Trust, ma niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids

Intro: Nas

Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)
(Word, it's time nigga?)
Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin)
Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
Where fake niggaz don't make it back
I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now

[Nas]
Uhh
Yo, yo-yo, y'all
Whattup? Whattup
It's time man (Word, it's time?) Straight up, it's time man
Aight, set that xxxx off
(Set it off then nigga, set it off)

[speaking softly, gradually getting louder]
One time.. yeah.. yeah..

Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with

Verse One:

In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn
Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep
Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets

To My Nigga who brought me in this world
Taught us right Nigga

My old dad important to the family structure
Provider, god,
My moms a queen, that universal team symbalizer
My pops maybe was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would wait up

1. Understanding (feat. AZ & Biz Markie) – 0:00

2. Life Is Like A Dice Game – 3:12

3.> Just Another Day In The Projects – 5:51

4. Déjà Vu – 9:04

Light it,
Light it up

The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don
I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers
Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro
Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it
Writing, across the stomach spell GOD son

Ayo
Queens get the money niggas still screaming, paper chasing
But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations, over steak with masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it
Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
Momma was just having fun with someone above her years

Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X)

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare
at the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
before we get the four pounders, and take their face off

[Intro: Nas]
They wanna shine on 'em
Shine on 'em X 7
Yeah

[Verse 1: Nas]
They dug me out the soil in the Mines of the Motherland
Now I'm misplaced, one hand to another hand

So we look at what's goin' on, this as an extreme aggression, um
I'm also hearin' about it from everywhere
It's, it's in the islands, it's on the continent, it's here, it's everywhere
And this is, if you will, a war, an all out assault by

The sly fox, Cyclops, we locked in the idiot box
The video slots broadcast The Waco Davidian plots
They own YouTube, Myspace

This one here’s for all the snitches
gangsta’s keep ya heads up
yeah, Snitch alibi

To the snitch alibi n-gga I cant tell
I know you gon tell, I know you know well,
On the block plotting us, while we make our mill
while you claim to be a gangsta n-gga

G's
Yeah
Yeah
Qb, AQ, Ravenswood, Woodside, let's go (Hit-Boy)
My thumbs struck a lot of lighters
Pulled a lot of all nighters
Banned from some after hours spots
My crew would choose violence, move in silence

[Nas]
Yo; I never brag, how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret
I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
in a Lex watchin Kathie Lee and Regis
My actions are one with the seasons
A tec squeezin - executioner, winter time I rock a fur
Mega popular, center of attraction
Climaxin, my bitches they be laughin

[Chorus 2X: Nas]
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross

[Nas]

Too many changes, you changed from your greatness
Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless
The markets see you as a old-ass artist
The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest
Stay on your path, stay on your craft
They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass
What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain
Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace

[Intro: Super Cat]
He's the heartbeat of the people
the ghetto people, and when I say ghetto people
The people who cannot afford to go to big concert
Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable

Some of them can afford a radio
So the only thing they can listen to is the music

Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate out
Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay

It's the late night greasy spoon patron
Poolhall making
Big bets, midsection got the 8 in
Dior Christian pimping
Got that penal system diction
Riffing, you don't want it you snitching
Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR
Try to kill me I'm the leader

The World is Yours

Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock
[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? "It's yours!"
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine

[Intro]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more style, the son do
[rewind]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more style, the son do

Uh..
Pacino life G a roll casino dice
at the Mirage Vegas strip neon lights
Gamblers puffin cigars couples and stars
Flashin cameras dealers shufflin cards
Spent the weekend already miss New York and it's odd
cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I never hang out when we do we bust the four five

"They did not have the power to stop Louis Farrakhan
They were trying to touch on and thieve envy within the leadership
But as a general and a man that rose through the ranks through discipline
His presence inspired those men with the discipline he imposed on his own life
Louis Farrakhan"

Uh, yeah, wow
No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told

They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time
Food for thought or rather mind wine
The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret
It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story

Hit me, uh
Two times, uh
Redhead Kingpin, Tim Dog, have you seen 'em?
Kwame, King Tee or King Sun
Super Lover Cee, Casanova Rud
Antoinette, Rob Base never showin' up
You see Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy Bee?
Ask L'll and Al Skratch, 'Where My Homies?'

Where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?
Where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?
Where where them gangsters at?
Where them dimes at?

[Intro: Anthony Hamilton]
Lies and the pain
Betrayal; life

[Verse 1: Anthony Hamilton]
In danger’s face
Look what you’re facing, gave your heart away
And all the remedies couldn’t ease the pain

Uh uh, yo
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
But I overstand they truth is all lame
I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames
Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
Nas, too real, Nas, true king
It`s however you feel, g`head, you swing
Your arms too short to box with god

Задай себе один вопрос , зачем так надо было, всё разрушать для себя одной любимой.
Бросить руки, которые держали так много, не слушая своего внутреннего голоса.
Который умолял держись пока есть силы, перебори свой страх, и руки с плеч откинь.
Но ты в цепях привязана к своему сердцу, а ведь оно и так уже по шва давно трескается.
И не помнишь когда ты в последний раз была счастливой, наверное с тем кто тебя на руках носил.
Говорил комплименты, целовал нежно, а ты всё это время не ценила, вот и упустила.
И о том Не говоря , что ревностью добила и всю любовь к тебе в этом человеке утопила.
Утопила в ожидание или просто в муке, с которой он просыпался каждое утро.Без тебя.