Joe Budden – When It All Implodes

[Intro: Sample from The Network] (We know the air is unfit to breathe And our food is unfit to eat We sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be

We know things are bad, worse than bad.)

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

They say the world’s coming to an end, homie I don’t care

Bullet proof in my closet that I don’t wear Niggas talk behind my back as if I won’t hear Back against the ropes like I won’t dare

Bitch I don’t tear

I know too many niggas facing 25 to life I know too many ain’t make to 25 in life

Too many look up to me, I’m who they idolize
No soap opera, I ain't your Guiding Light

Worry bout my car and the kit, what up Michael Knight
I bared my all, you would think I’m bout to die tonight
I’m trying not to get stuck, lifestyle of a Trojan
It mean I’m tryna not to get fucked, what up [Hook] World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds I’ll be in the front row When it all implodes (I don't have to tell you things are bad Everybody knows things are bad It's a depression.) I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes I’ma have a blast when it, when it all implodes (Everybody's out of work A dollar buys a nickel's worth Punks are running wild in the street There's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do And there's no end to it.) [Verse 2: Joe Budden]

They say the world’s coming to an end, I find it funny Cause mine is just beginning

Mine is full of women

Mine's like a roller coaster But I slow up the ride Then they get sick to they stomach

But all they could throw up is pride

You talking bout a recession that I cordially ignore
Fuck a dollar if you morally poor
R R R all y'all adore and see is royalty
Nevermind income, spoil me with loyalty
It’s too many fake niggas, not enough real
There's too many emcees, not enough deals
Too many broke, when there's too many bills
Too many ways to attain

Fuck a poor economy, blame yourself Guess we can’t all leave the hood just rapping

They say society is twisted like it just happened Nigga, I call bogusness

So if you fucked up, probably cause you just noticed it

[Hook] (They're crazy Just like everything, everywhere is going crazy So we don't go out anymore.) (We sit in the house Slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller And all we say is 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms.') [Verse 3: Joe Budden]

They say the world’s coming to an end

Now everybody got a complaint
Everybody trying live like they some kind type of saint Only nigga not trying to be something I ain't

That ain't the picture I paint
And if I did it’d be stained

Life’s a bitch, I’m fully ready to meet her I’ll be in my best fit, I’ma have the fresh caesar Since I’m eager, be in the room, dusting off the heater Have a fully loaded 40 pointed at her when I meet her Take her to the hood, gunpoint, bitch don’t tempt me Force her eyes open, look at lives, vacant, empty No wonder that they shower me with hatred and envy I’ve picked the wrong nigga couldn't make it against me Fuck your healthcare, health scare Even though I’m well aware Counting down till I pull the trigger, like hell yeah I be the last time you impose Legs crossed with my cig lit Now watch it all implode [Hook] [Outro: Sample from The Network] (I don't want you to protest I don't want you to riot I don't want you to write to your congressman Because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the crime in the street All I know is that first You've got to get mad You've got to say 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, GOTDAMMIT! My life has VALUE!') (I want you to get up now I want all of you to get up out of your chairs I want you to get up right now and go to the window Open it, and stick your head out, and yell


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