Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Un4given, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Mood Muzik 3 (The Album), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.10.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
Un4given |
What I’ve felt what I’ve known |
Never shined through in what I’ve shown |
Never be, never see |
Won’t see what might have been |
What I’ve felt what I’ve known |
Never shined through in what I’ve shown |
Never free never me |
So I dub thee un4given |
Let’s talk about the struggle, let’s talk about the pain |
Some people say they love you, but that don’t mean a thang |
Some folks is so naive, not me, I go insane |
Some people dap you, they hug you, they do it all in vain |
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 could, 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 in The Daily |
Had product, but ain’t supply it then, high off more than weed |
So the product just got me higher then, 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 naw fam, its not for me |
It’s got to be, an opt at least without dudes getting chased by police |
So they gave us film, sports, and the gift to make a hot CD |
Back to the wall, against the ropes nothings believable, feasible |
They don’t believe in you, you’ve been verbally beaten to |
A pulp, so the result to you think nothing is reachable |
Reasonable, I tell you dreams come true yeah haters, even you |
Now take your hands, and wave 'em high, they told me I can’t, but I said, «Why?! |
Like, fuck it, I’ll try not fuck it and die |
See, this is real emotion we deal wit' often, and don’t reveal it |
Often we stuff it inside, but I’m like, «Fuck it, let’s ride» |
I do what I do, because I do what I do what I feel |
They do what they do, in hopes of what they do may appeal |
They got a image and persona that they gotta fill |
That they better do, for revenue, so labels will be thrilled |
Kind-of-feel like a wanted man |
I can’t talk to folk 'cause when I ask 'em to trust me, all they wanna do is |
judge me, I’m feeling like they don’t understand |
I’m feeling like ain’t too many people friendly |
I feel like ain’t too many people are what they pretend to be 'cause I’m in |
that zone, I feel alone like everybody is against me |
Just feel like I’m worst enemy, and naw, its not a cry for no sympathy |
I’m just thinking out loud to a crowd, I’m just trying to figure out some remedy |
Almost like every lesson, it’s like every jewel, every tool that’s ever been |
lent to me |
But the moment is gone, I’m like a new born I feel like a man with no memory |
Slow it down for a second, make sure I’m not losing you |
Or confusing you |
I’m delusional, if you never been there, then you have no idea what illusions do |
Through and through, I’m hoping these signs ain’t vital |
Or none of these rhymes inside the recital |
Why do it mean, I’m suicidal? |
I ain’t that Houston dude |
But I’m a maniac |
Don’t get over, drunk or sober, this the same way I’d act |
And I’m striving to pull together, but at least until these voices inside of me |
Go forever, be alarmed I’m liable to do whatever |