Joe Budden
By Nicholas Jurgen Von Sackman
Life
• Born on August 31, 1980 in Spanish Harlem
Moved to Queens at age of 11 moved to Jersey
City where he settled
Poster boy of Jersey hood
Addicted to PCP
Dropped out of HS got GED
Dad Arrested
Music
• Spent most Teens in psych wards and rehabs
• Music saved his life he cleaned up and fought
all the pressures of the block
• His Songs are from the core raw emotion of
how he feels about drugs, girls, emotions, and
parents
• One Song Calm Down expresses relationship
with his Mom
• took drugs and laced it with thingsBut you a addict yourself,For you I would
peep(?) for places and things (how the fuck you thought)Angeldust use to have
me in the hallways twurkedI tried to hide it, but Visine didn't always workI
needed someone to blame in my mindI thought if you and dad never used
dope I would a came out fineAnd so I hit you hard when you threw in advice
Like what I want to talk to you about you ruined my lifeYou the reason why I
ended up a con and I knew itThe reason I filled my body with that bomin fluid,
mommy You the reason that my life's gone illegal The reason I'm kinda
different, don't think like normal people, not calm.. - Verse 2]Listen... ain't shit
like seeing your moms crying on the floorKnowing you the reason why she ain't
alright no more But so young, I was like whatever You use to chase me through
the house with the knife like get your life togetherFucking drugs, how could I
ever amp on youAnd what made me think that I could lay my hands on youI'm
not surprised that you mad at me Much as you hated my father, your youngest
son is just like his daddy Mommy I live life rude, how could you not understand
it On the same note I'm just like youI got moms sensitivity, my fathers balls His
humor, his g, and my heart is yours Fuck school, cause I had my major Come to
grips that it ain't so much the drugs, it's the addict behavior
Ain't got to look for a girl nowadays cause
almost all these niggaz is bitches See 'em
often while we walking I'll show you the
drug dealers and some dudes that hate
me word on the streets is they real killers
dog Where was the hate back when I wasn't
on my feet An alcoholic, school dropout, just a
bum on the street Where was the hate during
my adolescence Back when that psychiatrist
was trying hard to get me on anti depression
so manI don't recall none of this happenin'
back thenAnd I don't understand I was still
rappin' back then So I got to ride with a
gunFrom trying to get my mom and pop up out
of the slums and provide for my son If you met
my baby moms would you noticeIf she was
ready for a child of if her ass had an alterial
motiveI don't know what she's teaching Trey
but everyday he get older Angie's bitter and
feel like now that I'm successful I owe her
Cause she would hold me so tight when I was
ready to relapse Tell me to relax, I ain't know
no better straight out of rehab
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[Verse 1]
That's my depression talking.. maybe it's really real
Maybe them doctors was right, and maybe I'm really ill
See I can't really chill.. without feeling the guilt of me
Stealing these pills ...
Is anybody feeling me still?
(Shit) except for the hood.. nobody told me, I ever couldn't
Instead, I pushed.. back when they told me I never would
Looking at me, like I was just a crook
I express the hood, and what I see on the daily
My scenery daily....
Task force.. B & E's daily
A task y'all.. being me daily
They want to put, 3 in me nail me
This is stuff, you only read on The Daily
Had product, but ain't supply it then..
High off more than weed..so the product just got me higher than..
Product of my environment
Look-at-where-they-put-me.. and look where they telling me I gotta be
Stop and see, the robberies ..the poverty..
Its got to be, an opt atleast
Without-dudes-gettin'-chased-by police
PRAY FOR ME
• You robbed peoples' stores" Yeah, and YOU made me see jail "But I
also seen you lay your hands on a female" "Sold drugs to parents,
none of that was needed" "Abandoned your child, on every girl you
cheated" "Done wrong to people that only want the best for you"
"Anytime you thought you were alone, I was next to you" When it
comes to baby moms...God you gave me the worst one "But that
was your second child Joe...you shouldn't have killed the first one" I
ain't have a job...ain't have a pot to piss in "Look I gave you a gift,
and you made the wrong decision" "Held on to resentments, even
in doin' business" "I lead by example, I teach forgiveness" Read
more: JOE BUDDEN - PRAY FOR ME LYRICS
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Rest in Peace
• Mood Muzik Mix Tape
Impact
• No Credit
• Known “Pump it Up”
• Hope people realize that his songs much
different
• Signed Shady Records Here the wrath of real
rap
• Royce Da 5’9, Joell Ortiz, Crooked I
(Slaughterhouse)