Joe Budden: When Thugs Cry

[Chorus]
How can you just leave me standin'
Alone in a world that's so cold
Maybe I'm just too demandin'
Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold
Maybe I'm just like my mother, she's never satisfied
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When Thugs Cry

[Verse 1]
first off I got a seed comin'
so I won't even front like I don't need nuttin'
dependin' on record sales to see somethin'
but if that fall back
how the fuck I'm s'possed to feed lil' budden
I've been in jail before
I've been a bum before
but a nigga ain't never had a son before
I dealt with caine and fire I done banged with fighters
but I ain't never changed a diaper
I ain't ready
ever since I signed niggaz been on my back
like Mouse, "what up? when I'm gettin' on the track?"
and so the hood hates me
figured they be much kinder like Joe "congratulations, and we commin' right behind ya!"
everybody in the hood I dap says I'm responsible
for erverybody in the hood that raps
they don't like how I do shit
Say I changed
but I#m the same nigga y'all went to high school with
after all these years I'm still the same drug addict
and it's fucked up I'm sober with the same drug habits
I still pinch, thief, con and lie, rob, shoot
difference now is I ain't high
Cats is after me
at least I got a crew to warn me
I don't like walkin' around with this 32 on me
atleast my mans is real
atleast my family's there
is it worth rappin? the answer's yeah, but i don't know...

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I#m a survivor
I seen darker days
a mama's boy with my father's ways
but I had to see my mom in tears
when pop went to the newports that he must ain't find in years
my lil' brother lives in the same state
I ain't know that
I got a little brother
I didn't know that
see I was never told that
if so I'd of been at the door witha basketball and a kodak
love my baby moms to death
she don't believe that
shit I ain't never there for her to see that don't wanna
lose my wiz
beggin' her to do this bid
not jail but this music shit
and I know your family hate me but we come far
just us against the world unarmed
Me and My Girlfriend
come a time when your mind ain't right and you get used
to not being used to
I'm cool with where the lord placed me
but I hold my heat and pray I never have to take it off safety
I pray for all my niggaz pinchin' on the curb
Jersey City will get the recognition it deserves
I pray for my son he'll have genes like me
pray that he don't have to go through everything like me
pray to god to bring out the things I never knew I had in me
the rest of my mom and dad in me, uh huh

[Repeat Chorus]