[Joe Budden] 

Yo, I don't wanna live no more 

Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door 

I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle 

Another day another struggle, yo 

I know it's fucked up what a lack of cake'll do 

A few people wanna move in and stay wit you 

You wish you could help 'em all, but you ain't able to 

Cause the rent's a lil' late plus the cable's due 

You and your girlfriend are beefin' in a serious way 

You used to be faithful (NOW) you at a curious stage (for real) 

Finally got your mind made on going your separate ways WAIT 

Nah homeboy, her period's late now THINK 

Your time's runnin out do it quickly (WHY?!) 

Cause she starts crying, mood's gettin sticky 

If I don't want it she'll want nuttin to do wit me 

JUST GET THE ABORTION AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE 250! 

But if you say that to her than you wrong 

You ain't think bout that you was gettin your groove on 

Can't take care of myself nevermind a new born 

I guess the pussy got too good for too long 

Seems like my money goes by too easy 

Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly 

Hoopty done shitted, you spendin more money tryin to fix it 

Than when you did tryin to get it (C'MON!) 

Fridge is empty, but I survive the hunger 

Who the fuck keeps callin from this private number? 

There's crime on my mind and my nails are dirty 

The floors are real cold in the jails of Jersey 

Depression starts talkin and his voice is raspy 

CAUSE HE AIN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP IN 3 AND A HALF WEEKS! 

Look, beard is full, hair is nappy 

These jeans ain't mine so they way too baggy 

Priorities fucked shit startin to gas me 

It's like my lil' man's life slipped right past me (talk to em) 

Startin to trap me 

His name's Dwayne SO WHY THE FUCK MY SON KEEP CALLIN' HIM DADDY?! 

Same shit that I feared after all these years 

I gotta breathe I can't believe my ears 

Wipin out my eyes I'm damn near in tears 

But you can't be mad, you know you ain't been there (nah) 

Grab his moms I throw her against the door 

But in the back of your mind you know it ain't her fault (nah) 

I ain't mad at all, I'm just bothered 

I get honest for real I ain't been the best father like 

Toys 'R Us, Chuck E Cheese 

You know a lil' boy grow up wit these needs 

New Year's or Christmas, even the birthday 

At least bring the nigga to his school on the first day (OHHHH) 

I can't believe it, this the same way that I was treated 

So maybe it's history repeated 

I know it sounds sick the idea of havin another kid 

But this one it really feel like it's his (OHHHH) 

It's the truth and I hate that fact 

WAIT, shouldn't of said that I take that back 

Look, I apologize let's rewind this whole story like NaS 

C4 just erase that track (C'MON!) 

I don't care if only the track trust me 

FUCK! what niggaz say only God can judge me 

FUCK! what niggaz heard or think or even thought 

Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up short 

Ya heard?