Joe Budden Hiatus Lyrics
[Verse: Joe Budden]
Two years, waits up
Still sleep, wake-up
Girl gone, break-up
Mind right, cake up.
Friends came, friends left
Bullshit is endless, been next
Hip-Hop, really not impressed.
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high.
Slugs fly, eyes sub-dry
Still a thug cries.
I cried 'till I can't cry no more
Believe my own nonsense, I can't lie no more
Soul dead, breathless; I can't sigh no more
Wheels already fell off, I can't ride no more.
I guess I... pack-up all of my belongings and just troop it
You know it's beef when a smart nigga gets stupid.
'Cause then it's justified, rational, nullified
?Steve? is shot 8 times, almost thought my brother died. (Talk to 'em)
See he was raised different, I know his mother tried
His arms tied, I'm try'nna teach dude to touch the sky (but...)
But still shorty wild, turned on by 40 Cals.
Was young, never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style. (Oh!)
No wonder I picked-up triggers to beef
I only ever fist fought wit niggas bigger than me
I never been the one ta' try an' grab shit in my reach
Incompliant, you have now witnessed the preach.
I feel like life is all written, understand my math
Got on my knees, told God I had a plan, He laughed.
I mean... hours passed, no sleep, cowards get a slow leak
Showered twice the whole week, powerless control freak.
Thinkin' about suicide, won't though I'm scrutinized
Life nigga; do or die, hood want 'em crucified.
Jewelry on, fresh dressed, model brawds excess
Phone calls, death threats, tell me what's the next step.
What's what, who's who, paranoid as usual
Grippin' on my deuce-deuce, either way a lose-lose.
All I need is one mic, razor blades, gun fights
Grew wit'out no sunlight, understand son's plight.
If done right, won't seek an' fail
I don't follow the path, I'm creatin' my own ta' leave a trail.
It's no rhyme or reason nor reason ta' rhyme
No more food for thought, shit deceasin' the mind
Now they doubtin' my desire, second guessin' my fashion
Like bringin' of weapons of mass in when you question my passion.
I love for this, not the Baguettes an' the fame
Got signed havin' an answer, then the question changed
Sayin' Jump Off don't sound right is blasphemous downright
I astound mics, music is just what feelings sound like.
So even though when I do it it's flames
For a while felt like I was makin' music in vain.
We don't do it same, I use it for change
Y'all do it for change, I use it for pain
But keep doin' ya thang' Soundscan skyrocket
Build all this hype 'bout it, prayin' people might cop it
This is just my logic, maybe it's psychotic
Though labels try ta' stop it this is my antibiotic, OH!!
So lemme' start doin' what dudes like
A nigga in the booth feelin' fresher than some new Nikes
Dawg, an' I cruise like cruise control
Fuck that! I can't do it, I might lose my soul.
Even though it should help a nigga to his goal
Would defeat the whole purpose
Naw, that ain't what Jers. is
Naw, that would be worthless
Bars soundin' nervous
A nigga much deeper than what'chu see on the surface.
I'd rather resort back to snatchin' purses
Finally understandin' what the gift an' the curse is.
If I was more concerned about a purchase
I would tell y'all it's about to go down like bird shit.
It takes courage, me versus urges
A wordsmith that got caught-up in label merges
An' what's worse is, I been deserted in the circus
Up-and-left the circuit, it's dead like hearses
Sicker than them pedophiles workin' in them churches
That ain't the type shit I need fit for my verses.
Dawg, so lemme' help niggas understand Mouse
Dawg, why try ta' fit in when you a stand-out?
It's no album, but the money never ran out
Aside from Rap, I'm kinda' focused on land now. (You know?)
'Cause I don't know whurr' the game is
I know we jus' been attacked by a Hurricane Chris.
Some niggas can't fathom what money an' fame is
Or some niggas get it by usin' they stainless
Or some niggas get it, but the kid sustained it
Me? I'm regular Joe, I don't let it change shit.