Joe Budden - Broken Wings lyrics

[Intro/Hook: Mr. Mister] Baby, don't understand Why we can't just hold on to each others hands Take these broken wings And learn to fly again Learn to live so free When we hear The voices sing The book of love Will open up and let us in [Verse 1: Joe Budden] The voices ain't leave yet, they just getting they feet wet Eyes red, I'm up, ain't been to sleep yet Damn near two days, ain't even eat yet If you don't wanna bounce, 'least take a little recess And still I'm faced with the bullsh** Feeling like Willy D, Scarface and Bushwick Dog, just when I gather its dead I gotta knock on wood like Hank Gather's head When I make small steps toward making it global My tight knit circle turns into a oval Filled with motherf**as just pretending they know you These snakes in the gra**'ll do whatever to coax you Since they wanna hem you quick, I walk around like a Ginsu's tip And that's just to get a mental grip You don't feel what the pencil scripts Then 8 times outta 10, you ain't been through sh** When you hear Joe you hear the conviction and diction That open emotion, devotion is different Real talk of when he ain't have a pot to piss in He ain't have a car not one rock to glisten I'm giving 'em non-fiction, conning his addictions Ya'll got the easy job: just listen I do it for my folk and those of another pigment A little food for thought, you feeling malnutrition But you don't hear a peep outta me About the black face going on and the sheep leading sheep It's deep, so I try to stay grounded like dad Must be in City Island, I'm surrounded by crabs Was once tight, grew apart for dollars Was on the same panel, now we Star and Barbara 2 different views, 2 different lifestyles I think along the way one of us got confused Look, you a hustla, still attracted to the scene Still doing sh** I gave up at 16 You won't get a job, believing your own lies You rationalize by saying you pursing your dreams You damn near 30, n***a, you ain't got cream Can't take care of you when you worried 'bout your team My dude, want a hand out, wait in line But the clock's still ticking, man, you playing with time It's so sweet Thought I was f**ed up with no shoes 'til I met me a n***a with no feet Tried to help n***as, some n***as I couldn't That's my mom in me, I love n***as I shouldn't Dudes wanna shoot 'em 'til he nailed Some wanna threaten me, ruin my health Let me teach you a little something 'bout depression Ain't sh** you could do to me I ain't already thought about doing to myself I'm the voice for the youth that's living with no reason f** record sales, I give 'em something to believe in If your day starts in that broken home Though we never met, 'least they feel like they not alone Like I was back when I was trying to find dip The tsunami came through my hood in '96 And tried to murder dog, I took a little dive Then I got on my surfing board and kept sliding Feel like A-Rod, some say his time's up Boo a n***a at home, yup, I'm in my prime But He by far the best player on the team And then turn around, drop 'em to the bottom of the lineup Should get traded, but he don't wanna move Cause this the only city he got something to prove And that's why I'm seen with heaters Cause you can't be the man when you on the same team as Jeter, ya dig It's like the game ain't getting suitable Making me so sick I need Chicken Noodle Soup Rappers 'Fly High', then got suicidal Imitate Jim Jones, end up like Cory Lidle I married hip hop, ignored what some was telling me I started hearing rumors of infidelity I ain't divorce 'er All the other dudes is so whack that I ain't even feel a little jealousy [Hook: Mr. Mister]