Un4given - Joe Budden

What I’ve felt what I’ve known

Never shined through in what I’ve shown

Never be, never see

Won’t see what might have been

What I’ve felt what I’ve known

Never shined through in what I’ve shown

Never free never me

So I dub thee un4given

Let’s talk about the struggle, let’s talk about the pain

Some people say they love you, but that don’t mean a thang

Some folks is so naive, not me, I go insane

Some people dap you, they hug you, they do it all in vain

That’s my depression talking, maybe it’s really real

Maybe them doctors was right, and maybe I’m really ill

See I can’t really chill without feeling the guilt of me

Stealing these pills, is anybody feeling me still?

(Shit)

Except for the hood, nobody told me, I ever could, instead I pushed

Back when they told me I never would, looking at me, like I was just a crook

I express the hood and what I see on the daily

My scenery daily task force B&E's daily

A task y’all, being me daily they want to put, 3 in me nail me

This is stuff you only read in The Daily

Had product, but ain’t supply it then, high off more than weed

So the product just got me higher then, product of my environment

Look at where they put me, and look where they telling me I gotta be

Stop and see, the robberies, the poverty naw fam, its not for me

It’s got to be, an opt at least without dudes getting chased by police

So they gave us film, sports, and the gift to make a hot CD

Back to the wall, against the ropes nothings believable, feasible

They don’t believe in you, you’ve been verbally beaten to

A pulp, so the result to you think nothing is reachable

Reasonable, I tell you dreams come true yeah haters, even you

Now take your hands, and wave 'em high, they told me I can’t, but I said, «Why?!

Like, fuck it, I’ll try not fuck it and die

See, this is real emotion we deal wit' often, and don’t reveal it

Often we stuff it inside, but I’m like, «Fuck it, let’s ride»

I do what I do, because I do what I do what I feel

They do what they do, in hopes of what they do may appeal

They got a image and persona that they gotta fill

That they better do, for revenue, so labels will be thrilled

Kind-of-feel like a wanted man

I can’t talk to folk 'cause when I ask 'em to trust me, all they wanna do is

judge me, I’m feeling like they don’t understand

I’m feeling like ain’t too many people friendly

I feel like ain’t too many people are what they pretend to be 'cause I’m in

that zone, I feel alone like everybody is against me

Just feel like I’m worst enemy, and naw, its not a cry for no sympathy

I’m just thinking out loud to a crowd, I’m just trying to figure out some remedy

Almost like every lesson, it’s like every jewel, every tool that’s ever been

lent to me

But the moment is gone, I’m like a new born I feel like a man with no memory

Slow it down for a second, make sure I’m not losing you

Or confusing you

I’m delusional, if you never been there, then you have no idea what illusions do

Through and through, I’m hoping these signs ain’t vital

Or none of these rhymes inside the recital

Why do it mean, I’m suicidal?

I ain’t that Houston dude

But I’m a maniac

Don’t get over, drunk or sober, this the same way I’d act

And I’m striving to pull together, but at least until these voices inside of me

Go forever, be alarmed I’m liable to do whatever