Текст песни Through the Wire - Joe Budden

It's that On Top Music
You now listenin' to the throne
You now listenin' to

Now if it goes to the wire
I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over coal, over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me, so I'm my sole provider

If it goes to the wire
I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over the coal, over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me, so I'm my sole provider
(The words of Joe Budden, DJ On Point)

Nobody thought I'd ever be dope with the pen
Whole first album was real, all wrote from within
Got a little bit of fame, I'm in the five, top off
I'm loccin' again, nah, I ain't smokin' again
Maybe I was too advanced, or 'cause the masses
Didn't go through it firsthand maybe they couldn't understand
The trials of a kid who never graduated
Maybe they'd rather hear some bullshit that's fabricated

Like my rims keep spinnin' on the V on the Ave
Fuck me gettin' shot at, or me gettin' stabbed
Fuck gettin' so high to the point that I was gettin' so high
Off of that high that I almost died
Fuck everything I've seen in the precinct, that's indecent
Or the coppers tryna keep me in there for no reason
Fuck being homeless, rib cage showin'
Last night I had beef but had to go there to eat

Fuck me growin' up and not gettin' to see Dad
Fuck therapy, detoxes and rehabs
Dudes in the hood being wild undercover
Or me beefin' with my child's mother
Or fuck Joe Budden the Third, chill
'Cause if you fuck with Joe Budden the Third then, nigga, that's my word
Fuck the jealousy, deceit
Fuck the strong-arm and B&E's, 'cause life's much older than twenty-three

Fuck what I'm rappin', fuck this and the pad
And nigga fuck me missin' my dad
Maybe if I rap 'bout buyin' the bar out, or all the jewellery that I got
Then maybe y'all niggas'll listen to that
But listen, know now that this is my whole style
And I can't rap that other shit, I don't know how
All the hate shit on me and the fakeness I see
I write the real and you can't take that from me

Now if it goes to the wire
I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
I walk barefoot over coal, over fire
Nobody's gonna love me like me, so I'm my sole provider (DJ On Point)

I don't write so my label can be on top
Nigga, I write so the voices in my head just stop
Nigga, I write my life and it's way too real
This is Pay-per-view, not the Dave Chappelle
Joey hated by many and loved by few
One of the last real niggas left, what you wan' do?
Trouble with my voice, but even without a voice
Still for every hood in New Jersey I'm the choice

Used to break up in a house for a TV
Two years later, look Mouse on TV
My story nonetheless
And it's a story of success, nigga, it's the story of the best

If it goes to the wire
I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over the coal, over fire
It's that On Top Music