The Truth - Joe Budden

I’m no longer fuckin' amused

I mean I addressed this shit on «Cut You Loose»

How long am I supposed to stick around for this fuckin' abuse?

Every time I go to leave, I figure «fuck is the use?»

I endure it for the true fans that covet that new

Or is that just another fuckin' excuse?

Do I do it for attention cause I crave it, I won’t mention it, I’ll save it

If you know me than you know a nigga treasure anonymity

Nigga thought that as a man, you must be kiddin' me

And I’m starting to feel like my fans are now condemning me

Listen, I don’t owe y’all shit

Same Joe I am today is the same Joe y’all get

Y’all will interrupt a nigga while he at his place of worship

And think that came along with your 20 dollar purchase

You bought the music, not the nigga that made it

But let me touch up on that nigga that made it

If you’re judging me on actions then I’ll take that L every time

If you conclude «Joe Budden is a corny mah’fucker»

Cause all it mean if I’m a corny mah’fucker

Is the greatest rapper ever’s just a corny mah’fucker

My bad, I’m not as street as you

But all this time I was being me, not being you

I get behind that mic, let all my demons through

Without knowing shit about the people that I’m speaking to

Add that to me not seeing a reason to

And that says a lot in a room full of silence, listen…

At 21 I had a drug problem

At 31 still drugs is a problem

But the thing about that pill is it made everything real

And I felt I needed to see

Funny thing about it all, I ain’t like what I saw

Now the Lord’s voice is in my head like

«You'll be DEAD soon for questioning me»

Another lesson for me

Far greater than whatever I profess it to be

Cause if left to me, I’d put our eyes in our brains

We’d over-think what we see and our whole lives would change

But fuck it, that day had to come

Who ever knew that I would have a son?

I coulda guessed it, I was fuckin' like a rabbit

But I never saw him handle scoliosis like his dad did

Never knew me and Ronnie would talk again

Fuck a rhyme, I’m just happy that we talk again

Who knew that the second I acknowledged you

You would get terminally ill, be in the hospital

The thought of you leaving is what fucks with me

I’m scared to death of getting full custody

Nigga, I look in the mirror disgustedly

So how am I supposed to feel the day that he looks up to me?

I always said you were the worst baby-mother

I had ex-girl confused with baby-mother

And there lies my problem with our Creator

All the times I wanted her black ass dead, you wouldn’t take her

Don’t do it now, I need her

Understand, it don’t get no realer

See how I go to bed with thoughts of a damn killer

But rather show y’all my girl through these Instagram filters

Look at her, don’t look at me

Cause if y’all judging, y’all would throw the book at me

Speakin' of shorty, nah, I’ll do that in private

It might be a little soon for me to let her know how I get

Shit, and now we right back at one

Real quick, let me get back to my son

When a nigga was like…

He said «Dad, I’m weird… but I don’t have a problem with that»

And I was like… I laughed, and I was like

«Well, number 1, why do you think you’re weird

And number 2, why don’t you have a problem with that?»

And he looked me in my eyes and he was like…

«Well, I say I’m weird, number 1, because I know I’m weird

And I don’t have a problem with it because that’s me

And whoever don’t like it, they don’t have to be around me

I’m comfortable with me and who I am»

And right there, that was cold

In my head I thought «That was bold»

Illest shit about it all, said that at 10 years-old

So I could die right now…

I could die right now and feel like he got the most important part of Joe

Or… better than that…

I could die right now and feel like he know all he need to know

Joey