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[Joe Budden - 1:]
I broke a while ago
picking up the pieces
Memoirs of how the
Can depleted
I talk to God as a matter of fact I plead with
At I hate my reflection and others Im conceited
the time Im arrogant other times Im vengeful
at its to convince me, at times its to convince you
done a lot of wrong but I aint felt resentful
its been so many Ive lost track of who to repent to
half the Im in the cut
dont want you to me
roll with me and 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 in point you can refer to Budden
and it prove that painkillers never murdered nothing
all it did was make me put ice in me
put ice in me, me numb
I revisit the places it takes me from
Im strong...

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

[Joe - Verse 2:]
Listen up as the center
my thoughts are like a inner war
headaches act as a trembling force on my ward
distraught
every word fromt his sentence the
its to you like the people your ministers Porsche
tight roping on dental
before the begin to get lost
coke and weed got my off
but why my temper get lost
when as soon as the frost
Im probably having in a resort
criminal report, condos at a minimal cost
my train of thought aint as as yours
so if our paths happen to incidentally
I pray that you can overlook all my flaws
until then lets let the kick
take the shots I dont see a need to chase it
trying to fight the til theres something to replace it
I welcome to be my co-pilots on this spaceship

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

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