Them voices aint leave yet, just getting they feet wet/
eyes red i'm up aint been to sleep yet/
Damn near 2 days aint even sleep yet/
you dont wanna bounce at least take a lil recess/
& still i'm faced with the bullshit/
feeling like Willy D. Scarface & Bushwick/
dawg just when i gather its dead/
i have to knock on wood like Hank Gathers said/
when i take more steps toward making it global/
my tight knit circle turns into an oval/
filled with motherfuckers just pretending they know you/
snakes in the grass will do whatever to coax you/
since they wanna end you quick/
i walk around like a Ginsu's tip/
thats just to get a mental grip/
you dont feel what the pencil scripts/
8 times outta 10 they aint been thru shit/
when you hear Joe you hear the conviction, addiction/
that open emotion devotion its different/
real talk from when he aint had a pot to piss in/
no car not 1 rock to glisten, i'm giving em non-fiction/
conning his addictions, ya'll got the easy job just listen/
i do it for my folks & those of another pigment/
little food for thought you feeling malnutrition/
but you dont hear a peep outta me/
about the black face going on & the sheep leading sheep/
its deep so i try to stay grounded like dad/
i must be in City Island i'm surrounded by crabs/
Niggas was once tight grew apart for dollas/
was on the same panel now he Star & Barbera/
2 different views 2 different lifestyles/
i think along the way 1 of us got confused/
look you a hustla still attracted to the scene/
still doing shit i gave up at 16/
you wont get a job believing your own lies/
you rationalize by saying you pursuing your dreams/
you damn near 30 nigga you aint got cream/
cant take care of you when you worried about ya team/
my dude you want a handout wait in line/
but the clock still ticking fam YOU PLAYING WITH TIME/
so sweet thought i was fucked up with no shoes/
till i met me a nigga with no feet/
I try to help niggas some niggas i couldnt/
thats my mom in me i love niggas i shouldnt/
dudes wanna shoot em till he nailed/
SOME WANNA THREATEN ME RUIN MY HEALTH/
LEMME TEACH YOU A LITTLE SOMETHING ABOUT DEPRESSION AINT SHIT YOU CAN DO TO ME I AINT ALREADY THOUGHT ABOUT DOING TO MYSELF/
i'm the voice for the youth thats living with no reason/
FUCK record sales i give em something to believe in/
if your day starts in that broken home/
though we never met least they feel like they not alone/
like i was tryna find dip/
the tsunami came thru my hood in 96'/
tried to murder dog/
i took a little dive hopped on my surfing board kept slidin/
feel like A-ROD some say his times up/
boo a nigga at home YUP! i'm in my prime but/
he by far best player on the team,
then they turn around drop him to the bottom of the lineup/
should get traded he dont wanna move/
cuz this the only city where he got something to prove/
& thats why i'm seen with heaters/
cuz you cant be the man when you on the same team as Jeter/
ya digg?
its like the game aint getting suitable/
shits making me so sick i need chicken noodle soup/
rappers flying high end up suicidal/
imitate Jim Jones you end up like Cory Lidle/
i married hip-hop ignored what some were telling me/
started hearing rumors & infidelities/
i aint divorce her
all these otha dudes is so wack i aint even feel a little jealousy/
Joe Budden- Broken Wings
r.i.p
