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[Joe Budden - 1:]
I broke a while ago
finally up the pieces
Memoirs of how the
Can feel
I dont talk to God as a matter of fact I plead
At times I my reflection and others Im conceited
half the time Im arrogant times Im vengeful
at times its to convince me, at its to convince you
done a lot of but I aint never felt resentful
its so many times Ive lost track of who to repent to
half the Im in the cut
dont want you to me
roll me and youll see that Im only awkward socially
the time Im spiteful, double barrell rifle
I owe so payback I feel like I got the right too
so if you need a case in you can refer to Budden
and it will prove that painkillers never nothing
all it did was me succumb put ice in me
put ice in me, me numb
when I revisit the it takes me from
Im strong...

Strong enough to contact right
smell it as as you get in my ride
see with me, never apply
dont me how I should live my life
put your seat back, got it if you need
you should really with me
tell me if you wanna or die, la la la la la la la la

Budden - Verse 2:]
Listen up as the center
my inner are like a inner war
headaches act as a trembling on my mental ward
distraught
every fromt his sentence the boss
its brought to you the people your ministers Porsche
tight roping on floss
before the haters begin to get
coke and weed got my off
but why my temper get lost
as soon as the temperature frost
Im having intercourse in a resort
report, pricey condos at a minimal cost
my train of thought aint as simple as
so if our happen to incidentally cross
I pray you can overlook all my miniature flaws
until then lets let the bass
take the shots straight I see a need to chase it
trying to fight the urge til theres to replace it
I welcome to be my co-pilots on this spaceship

[Joe - Verse 3:]
Yo, me and the would get so blunted
wed order take out the chinese stores
make sure you bring change for a hundred
rob em, safety on the off
figured if we the breaks off em
then how the fuck was he gon off
some and die by the high, I was born by it
since Pac my mom the needle like go on try it
got me feeling like aint a can harm me
so I go and scoop a mommy that wanna come the army
she was so militant, disciplined,
so I whispered to her, bet you wouldnt mind it
I got to know her on my
I gave her my honourable discharge and she like a soldier
since she the type you gotta watch when she around
really she only get so she can come down
lost her I said she aint gotta settle
once you to handle life youll be on the same level

[Crooked I - 4:]
When I was five this what my said
I should pulled you out and left you on your mommas waterbed
you asked me, my poppas
alcoholic jeans him since a toddler bottle fed
put me on your stainless, Im brainless, Im a head
my life was the
surprised Im even walking, can you me if Im atheist
but I aint Hawkings
I know God is in my
I can see him walking in the face of an innocent baby but not preachers talking
my people sleep in coffins I miss em Im breaking down in the face of a bad bitch Im supposed to be taking down
baby ride Im crying, Im dying inside
cause my pain is beside a giant lethiathon and Im from the World
hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
how ironic? same place I vomit I lick a drink
apparently I need to get a
how can therapy take care of me when I give a fuck what niggas think!