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isn't hers
But deep down I think a simple man she prefers
Every kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let down
Stopping the tears she pulls over by

a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under

Uh
Yo
Look, look at me tell me what you see
Young nigga with a mind full of entities
At one time I had love for the enemy 
Now I don't even know

brown eyes
A tempest inside each pupil swallowed by a hungry night sky
A solar eclipse that only hints of amber light on the outside
Strangely solemn

This introspection is giving me lessons
Counting pennies and simple blessings
When a younger me was second guessing
This hunger in my gut keep me

to master the climb but start to stray
Finish line on the mind but now turned grey
Takes one of a kind to hold on and stay
By nature always looking

styling my contribution to
The whole shebang ain't that something?
A yearling rearing by steady
Hand of craft campaign in these dreary days
Where flat out

composure,
Times up,
Got the spirit of venganza,
Ridah,
Ima ghost ima monster,
Rise up,
Bodies float in the water,
Mind us,
Boy you better keep it walking,
I

Any other happenstance between us is not superficial
But you don't really make that simple
Time can pass like a fast ox grinds
Ain't nobody gonna tell

at least thirty thousand that I ain't tryna pay
I'm a simple ass nigga
We would go get married inside of the courtroom
If I had it my way
Tryna convince her

[Verse]

Awaken me to the fall of a man
Rise of a beast
Head legs and feet
Animated by a little electricity
Judge with your eyes but neglect what you

all aggravated.
He is all chaste dead.
Toxic mind wasted.
Body naked!
Look mommy talking all x-rated.
I love talking back and forth.
So much drama, you

WHERE THE SIMPLE-MINDED BUSHMAN GET A MEAL AND BED AND RUM
JUST BY RIDING ROUND REPORTING PHANTOM FLOCKS THAT NEVER COME;
WHERE THE SCALPER -- NEVER

as he walks through the door.
He is all aggravated.
He is all chaste dead.
Toxic mind wasted.
Body naked!
Look mommy talking all x-rated.
I love talking

as he walks through the door.
He is all aggravated.
He is all chaste dead.
Toxic mind wasted.
Body naked!
Look mommy talking all x-rated.
I love talking

they got Moose and Bear and eagles flying free
Deer stands hunting shacks campfires kicked back
Good people the farmer stopped by with a fresh sweet corn

it
Lookin' like I just bit the apple off
My momma died
I lost my mind and couldn't cope with it
And niggas kept on pokin' at my open shit
So I sold

me back now
Yeah
Yeah, look
Yeah, look
Yeah
You gave me a smile just to take it away
Saved by your grace
Then killed by the same way it came
I’ll fake

Short cut to a quick buck is working all the time
Renting out your mind
And saving every dime
Because when ten of those combine 
They cross

scraps that sat
Spread on the bed of my mind
Binded with puzzle pieces and subtle speeches
Made by the men in grey suit's
With blurred faces and a debut

of your time.

listen.
lady. theres not a day that goes by.
that i dont think about your beautiful smile.
in my mind. both night and day. ha.
what im tryna

I'm not a person of my words anymore
I exist inside a dream that was started by a child that now 
lives inside of me
I can't play anymore
I'm falling

Hiatus

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

Two years, waits up
Still sleep, wake up
Girl gon' break up
Mind right, cake up
Friends came, friends left
Bullshit is endless
Been that, Hip

waste it
Sometimes I feel I should write more
I don't even know what I'm fighting for
Surrounded by all these fake peers
Even though our bond had take