Difficult (Remix)

[Verse 1: Eminem] They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy Are they askin' me that because of the shit that's been thrown at me? Or am I just a little snappy and they genuinely care? Dudey, most of my life, it's just been me and you there And I continuously stare at pictures of you I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to, but I do, yeah, I say it Now when you can't hear me, what the fuck good does that do me now? But somehow, I know you're near me, your presence Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter To them two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their Minds a little, and dog, you'll never believe this But Sharonda actually talks to me now—Jesus! And everyone else is just tryin' to pick up the pieces Man, how could you touch so many fuckin' lives and just leave us? They say grievance has it's way of affectin' everyone different If it's true, how the fuck I'm supposed to get over you? Difficult as it sounds [Chorus: Obie Trice] Dudey, I drop a tear in a rhyme The day you find it is the day I stop missin' DeShaun Holton, it was written, it was woven For a soldier to leave so suddenly, got me wide open How could God take a soul so dope and Turn around, leave us all heartbroken? Know that you're sayin', "Keep goin'! Be a man! No emotion! It's your duty!" Until we meet again, Dudey [Verse 2: Eminem] "Dudey," that's what we'd call each other, I don't know where it came from But it just stuck with us, we was always brothers Never thought about each other's skin colors 'Til one day we was walkin' up the block in the summer It was like ninety degrees, I was catchin' a sunburn Tryin' to walk under the trees just to give me some comfort I moan and I just wanna get home and I look over and your shirt is off I'm like, "You're gonna fry," you're like, "No, I won't I'm black, stupid! And black people, they got melatonin In their skin—we don't burn," meanwhile my face is glowin' And I feel like I'm on fire and the entire time you're just laughin' at me And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard And I still have to get you back for that shit And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother stole from you Well, Nate finally got 'em back, shit, it must've been at least 16 years ago Well, I put 'em in your cask—oww Movin' past it, it still ain't registered yet But you can bet, your legacy they'll never forget The Motor City, Motown, hip-hop vet Hip-Hop Shop, dreads, it don't stop there, yeah, as difficult as it sounds [Chorus: Obie Trice] Dudey, I drop a tear in a rhyme The day you find it is the day I stop missin' DeShaun Holton, it was written, it was woven For a soldier to leave so suddenly, got me wide open How could God take a soul so dope and Turn around, leave us all heartbroken? Know that you're sayin', "Keep goin'! Be a man! No emotion! It's your duty!" Until we meet again, Dudey [Verse 3: Eminem] And this might sound a little strange but I'ma tell it I found that jacket that you left at my wedding and I picked it up to smell it I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass And hang up in the hallway so I can always look at it And as for all me and D12 we feel like "Fuck rap!" It feels like our general just fuckin' died in our lap We shut off all our pagers, all our cell numbers is changed Our two-ways are in the trash, so some cats will have to find a new way And I know it feels like the dreams will die with you today But the truth is they're all still here and you ain't Purple Gang, you gotta keep pressin' on Don't ever give up the dream, dog, I got love for you all And Dudey, it's true you brought people together Who never woulda been in the same room if it wasn't for you You were the peacemaker, Dudey, I know sometimes you were moody But you hated confrontation and truly hated the feuding But you was down for yours whenever it came to scrappin' If it had to happen, it had to happen Believe me, I know you're the one who taught me to throw them 'bows back on Dresden From eggin' cars to paintballin', gettin' arrested To sittin' across from each other in cells, laughin' and jestin' They tried to hit us for five years for that, no question I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up Didn't show up for court, so we got off on a technicality, left sweatin' Me, you and... what's his face? I forgot his fuckin' name Shame he even came to your funeral, he betrayed our team And if I see him again I'ma punch him in the fuckin' face And that’s on Hailie Jade, Whitney Laine and Alaina's name I let the pistol bang once just to lick a shot in the air for you and pour some liquor out With Obie in the parking lot of 54 just before We were supposed to get in cars to come and see you once more Difficult as it sounds [Outro: Obie Trice] Dudey!