Представляем точный текст композиции "Broken Wings Freestyle" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Joe Budden . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Broken Wings Freestyle» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Joe Budden передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Joe Budden - "Broken Wings Freestyle"
Lyrics to Broken Wings Freestyle : The voices aint leave yet, they just gettin they feet wet Eyes red, Im up, aint been to sleep yet Damn near two days, aint even eat yet If you dont wanna bounce, least take a little recess And still Im faced with the bullshit Feelin like Willy D, Scarface and Bushwick Dog, just when I gather its dead I gotta knock on wood like Hank Gathers head When I make small steps toward making it global My tight knit circle turns into a oval Filled with motha fuckas just pretendin they know you These snakes in the grassll do whatever to coax you Since they wanna hem you quick I walk around like a Ginsus tip And thats just to get a mental grip You dont feel what the pencil scripts Then eight times outta ten you aint been through shit When you hear Joe you hear the conviction and diction That open emotion, devotion is different Real talk of when he aint have a pot to piss in He aint have a car not one rock to glisten Im giving em non-fiction, conning his addictions Yall got the easy job, just listen I do it for my folk and those of another pigment A little food for thought, you feelin malnutrition But you dont hear a peep outta me About the black face goin on and the sheep leadin sheep Its deep, so I try to stay grounded like dad Must be in City Island, Im surrounded by crabs Was once tight, grew apart for dollars Was on the same panel, now hes Star and Barbara Two different views, two different lifestyles I think long the way one of us got confused Look, you a hustla, still attracted to the scene Still doin shit I gave up at sixteen You wont get a job, believin your own lies You rationalize by sayin you pursing your dreams You damn near thirty nigga you aint got cream Cant take care of you when you worried bout your team My dude, want a hand out, wait in line But the clocks still tickin man you playin with time, Its so sweet Thought I was fucked up with no shoes til I met me a nigga with no feet Tried to help niggaz, some niggaz I couldnt Thats my mom in me, I love niggaz I shouldnt Dudes wanna shoot em til he nailed Some wanna threaten me, ruin my health Let me teach you a little something bout depression Aint shit you could do to me I aint already thought about doing to myself Im the voice for the youth thats living with no reason Fuck 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 tryna find dip The tsunami came through my hood in nine six And tried to murder dog, I took a little dive Then I got on my surfin board and kept slidin Feel like A-Rod, some say his times up Boo a nigga at home, yup Im 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 dont wanna move Cause this the only city he got somethin to prove And thats why Im seen with heaters Cause you cant be the man when you on the same team as Jeter Ya dig its like the game aint gettin suitable Makin me so sick I need Chicken Noodle Soup Rappers flyin high, then got suicidal Imitate Jim Jones, end up like Cory Lidle I married hip hop, ignored what some was tellin me I started hearin rumors of infidelity, I aint divorce er All the other dudes is so wack that I aint even feel a little jealousy [ Broken Wings Freestyle Lyrics ]
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