Lyrics 125, Pt. 4 (Finale) - Joell Ortiz
Yeah)
Dear
Lord
(word)
Why
do
I
feel
how
I
feel?
I
could
move
a
thousand
bundles
of
krills
(uh
huh)
I
could
hit
the
lottery
for
a
mil
Money
no
longer
make
me
smile,
it's
wild
Stress
hurt
like
burying
your
first
child
(word)
I'm
really
losin'
my
drive
to
do
this
music
(damn)
If
it
don't
happen
after
this,
I'm
through
with
it
(done)
Twenty-five,
still
live
at
my
mom's
crib,
two
kids
Ever
heard
that
saying,
"so
smart
you're
stupid"?
That's
me
Fourteen
and
change
on
my
S.A.T.'s
Chose
the
project
over
college,
what
a
fuck
up
(fuck)
On
the
block
hollering
at
bitches
like
"fuck
you,
you
stuck
up"
But
what
could
a
shorty
see
in
a
jerk,
a
man
when
she
leave?
A
man
when
she
get
back
from
work
What
am
I
worth?
(huh?)
Then
they
said
my
pay
could
get
me
out
the
P's
But
he
been
away
for
five,
so
he
don't
see
what
I
see
(woof)
Mom's
like
"turn
that
down,
I
can't
hear
my
T.V.
(shit)
Worrying
about
them
beats,
I
ain't
raised
no
deadbeats
(but
I–)
Better
find
you
a
application
boy,
get
up
on
yo
feet"
(right)
Though
your
E.D.'s
was
dirty,
my
rhyme
book
was
neat
(ya)
Plus
I
ink
my
heart
and
soul
in
'em
sheets
(but
uh)
Holla
at
me
though
(word)
I'm
so
unhappy
yo
Don't
wanna
be
the
dude
in
the
barbershop
that
coulda
made
it
(nah)
And
decipher
when
young
boys
spittin'
shit
that's
outdated
And
'em
niggas
walkin'
away
like
homie
was
overrated
(damn)
Life
ain't
a
bitch
Life
is
life
and
I
hate
it
Never
tried
suicide,
I
ain't
got
the
heart
to
pull
it
Know
your
brain
feel
pain
when
it
stained
by
that
bullet
(whoa)
I
don't
wanna
live
Yet
I
don't
wanna
die
(die)
And
have
God
say
"you
was
about
to
do
it,
Joell
why?"
(why)
Daddy,
do
you
even
care
that
yo
boy
is
still
alive?
(uhh)
Ain't
seen
you
since
'83,
hello
to
you
to
(damn)
Guess
I
was
unimportant,
and
you
had
to
do
you
Sad
that
I
had
to
guess,
that
just
added
to
my
stress
Mom
did
her
best–
man,
fuck
that,
I
don't
get
it
How
could
you
just
go
and
forget
that
I
existed?
(your
son)
Guess
I'm
not
like
you
'Cause
I
ain't
a
punk
(no
way)
I
don't
run
away
from
problems,
I
solve
'em
and
man
up
(what)
Mom
said
I
got
a
step-brother
named
Jamel
A
older
sister
as
well
Forgot
her
name
Why
did
we
never
meet?
I
was
the
only
child
(uh
huh)
Who
wasn't
an
only
child
(uh
huh)
Who
felt
lonely,
wow
(wow)
How
can
I
tell
my
sons
about
a
grandpa
I
ain't
know?
(you
can't)
I'm
done
with
you,
yo
next
topic
I
miss
you
James,
I
seen
your
daughters
last
month
They
gettin'
big
(yeah)
I
know
you
surprised
in
heaven
that
Yvette
had
a
kid
(haha)
Wish
we
could
sip
one
more
bluie
together
(one
more)
In
that
RX-7,
we
all
smelt
like
gas
(haha)
Still
we
hopped
in
the
pool,
shopped
off
with
her
ass
(shaw)
P.A.
ain't
the
same
without
you
Whenever
me
and
P.O.
get
bent,
that's
my
word
We
think
about
you
(word)
Rollin'
up
your
sleeve,
that's
when
we
knew
you
was
drunk
Remember
that
time
your
armpit
had
that
yellowish
stuff?
(haha)
What
the
fuck
was
that?
(yeah)
Be
proud
of
me,
I'm
coming
up
in
rap
(what)
Jus
waiting
on
my
dough,
you
know
the
biz
(biz)
What
up
with
Miz?
Tell
that
nigga
I
say
"what
up?"
DeVon
gettin'
better
in
b-ball,
his
tall
ass
is
tryna
dunk
(haha)
Through
this
gift
right
here,
I
promise
to
stay
in
touch
One,
when
will
this
bus
come?
Been
waitin'
on
this
ride
for
years
(years)
All
my
shirts
is
stiff
from
the
driest
tears
What
the
fuck?
I'm
knife,
the
world
need
to
know
(c'mon)
Comments
on
HipHopGame
say
"honestly,
he
should
blow"
(Joell)
All
these
meetings
was
lame,
every
one
is
the
same
(where
we
goin'?)
I
pop
in
my
demo
and
everyone
blows
insane
Walk
out
the
building,
head
higher
than
cocaine
Only
for
me
to
never
ever
hear
from
them
again
(damn)
That's
why
I
contemplate
puttin'
my
pen
away
But
I
don't,
'cause
muh'fuckers
did
the
same
shit
to
Jay
(word)
Coincidence?
Nah,
I
don't
believe
in
those
(fuck
em)
Shit
happens
for
a
reason,
if
this
was
meant,
I'll
know
(word)
What
do
I
got
to
do,
Lord?
My
song's
is
tight
(uh
huh)
My
shows
is
jam-packed,
I'm
hip
hop's
"anthrax"
(sick)
Nobody
can
touch
me
but
I'm
still
in
the
hood
How
could
you
leave
me
around
danger
when
your
boy's
this
good?
Patience
is
a
virtue
but
enough
is
enough
(yeah)
By
the
time
I
get
on
I'll
be
to
tired
to
celebrate
Yeah,
I
know
I'm
lying,
I'll
wake
up
when
I
get
that
cake
(haha)
First
thing
I'll
cop
is
a
plane
ticket
and
escape
(flyy)
I
don't
care
where
just
far
away
from
here
(gone)
Turn
my
phone
off,
I'll
fold
my
beach
chair
and
just
stare
(look
at
this
shit)
Like
"hell
yeah,
life"
Told
you
we
twinkle
our
toes
in
the
sand
that's
white
(c'mon)
Last
one
to
the
ocean
is
weak
And
swim
in
the
water
that's
clear
enough
to
stand
up
and
see
your
feet
(damn)
But
that's
only
"if",
if
"If"
was
a
CEO
(what)
We'd
all
have
a
deal
(huh)
We'd
all
sell
a
mil
(word)
I'm
talkin'
to
underdogs
who
feel
how
I
feel
Well
y'all
can't
feel
how
I
feel,
but
you
know
what
I
mean
Right
now
I
can
only
write
about
the
things
I've
seen
(cool
though)
Sounds
sad
but,
I
could
fit
that
in
a
sixteen
And
the
furthest
I
ever
been
was
L.A.
for
a
couple
of
days
Can't
front,
the
plane
was
smooth
and
in
front
of
the
train
(haha)
And
anyway,
everything
ain't
okay
I'm
try
and
live
for
today,
but
tomorrow's
a
repeat
of
yesterday
(psyche)
Same
shit,
different
paper
Another
let
down,
but
they
disguise
it
this
time
with
a
different
answer
(damn)
The
game's
scared
to
gamble
and
they
know
I'm
nice
(c'mon)
How
you
gonna
double
up
yo
dough
if
you
don't
roll
'em
dice?
(damn)
It's
a
fifty-fifty
chance,
but
in
my
case,
it's
ninety-nine
to
one
(one)
The
one
is
what
I'm
gon'
say
when
I'm
done
havin'
fun
with
these
tracks
'Cause
yes,
it's
so,
so
easy
(yeah)
Like
readin'
the
Good
Book
in
a
room
with
no
T.V.
(what)
No
I
ain't
braggin',
just
a
confident
kid
(uh
huh)
That
ain't
reaping
the
benefits
he
deserved
for
conquering
"this"
(c'mon)
"This"
meaning
the
crowd
(crowd),
the
art
(art),
hip
hop
itself
I
am
the
one,
Neo
is
my
son
People,
I'm
from
the
bottom
just
like
you
If
you
ain't
from
the
bottom,
no
offense,
but
you
are
not
who
I
write
to
(nah)
I'm
the
underdog's
underdog,
I
love
the
odds
(love
'em)
Joy
feels
so
much
better
when
the
road
was
hard
(ahh)
I
can't
wait,
literally
I'm
the
epitome
of
what
a
real
nigga
Emcee
should
be
(uh
uh)
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me...
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