Joe Budden - Flow from 'Art of Rap: Something From Nothing' lyrics

Sometimes I hear d**h knocking at my front door I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug to juggle Another day another struggle Yo, I know it's f**ed up what a lack of cake'll do A few people want to move in and stay with you You wish you could help them all, you unable to Cause the rent's a little late, plus the cables due You and your girlfriend are beefing in a serious way You used to be faithful, you in a curious stage Finally got your mind made, you're going your separate ways, wait. Now, homeboy, her period's late now think Time's running out do it quickly Cause she start crying, mood's getting sticky If I don't want it she'll want nothing to do with me Just get the abortion and I'll give you the 250 But if you say that to her then you wrong You ain't think about that you were getting your groove on I can't take care of myself never mind a newborn I guess that p**y got too good for too long Seems like my money goes by too easy Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly My hooptie done sh**ted Spending more money trying to fix it then what you did when you were trying to get it Fridge is empty but I survive the hunger Who the f** keeps calling from this private number There's crime on my mind and my nails are dirty But the floors are real cold and the jails are Jersey Depression starts talking and his voice is raspy Cause he ain't shut the f** 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 is f**ed / some starting to gas me it's like my whole life just flicked right past me it's starting to trap me His name's Dwayne so why the f** my son keep calling him daddy? Same sh** that I feared after all these years I got to breath / I can't believe my ears wiping out my eyes / I'm damn near in tears but you can't be mad / because you know you ain't been there / no you grab his Moms up / through her against the door but in the back of your mind / you know it ain't her fault no / 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, Chuckie Cheese / u know a lil kid grows up with these needs new years, a christmas / even a birthday / at least bring the little one / to school on the first day I can't believe it / this is the same way that I was treated so maybe it's history repeated I know it sounds sick / the idea of having another kid cause this one / you really feel like it's his / it's the truth and I hate that fact wait I shouldn't of said that / I take that back I apologize let's rewind this whole story like Nas / c4 just erase that track. Check it / I don't care if only the track trust me f** what y'all say / only GOD can judge me f** what all y'all heard, think, or even thought tried to fix my short comings / I just came up short. Joey.