When It All Implodes

[Intro: Sample from The Network] (We know the air is unfit to breathe And our food is unfit to eat We sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be We know things are bad, worse than bad.) [Verse 1: Joe Budden] They say the world’s coming to an end, homie I don’t care Bullet proof in my closet that I don’t wear Niggas talk behind my back as if I won’t hear Back against the ropes like I won’t dare Bitch I don’t tear I know too many niggas facing 25 to life I know too many ain’t make to 25 in life Too many look up to me, I’m who they idolize No soap opera, I ain't your Guiding Light Worry bout my car and the kit, what up Michael Knight I bared my all, you would think I’m bout to die tonight I’m trying not to get stuck, lifestyle of a Trojan It mean I’m tryna not to get fucked, what up [Hook] World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds I’ll be in the front row When it all implodes (I don't have to tell you things are bad Everybody knows things are bad It's a depression.) I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes I’ma have a blast when it, when it all implodes (Everybody's out of work A dollar buys a nickel's worth Punks are running wild in the street There's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do And there's no end to it.) [Verse 2: Joe Budden] They say the world’s coming to an end, I find it funny Cause mine is just beginning Mine is full of women Mine's like a roller coaster But I slow up the ride Then they get sick to they stomach But all they could throw up is pride You talking bout a recession that I cordially ignore Fuck a dollar if you morally poor R R R all y'all adore and see is royalty Nevermind income, spoil me with loyalty It’s too many fake niggas, not enough real There's too many emcees, not enough deals Too many broke, when there's too many bills Too many ways to attain wealth Fuck a poor economy, blame yourself Guess we can’t all leave the hood just rapping They say society is twisted like it just happened Nigga, I call bogusness So if you fucked up, probably cause you just noticed it [Hook] (They're crazy Just like everything, everywhere is going crazy So we don't go out anymore.) (We sit in the house Slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller And all we say is 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms.') [Verse 3: Joe Budden] They say the world’s coming to an end Now everybody got a complaint Everybody trying live like they some kind type of saint Only nigga not trying to be something I ain't That ain't the picture I paint And if I did it’d be stained Life’s a bitch, I’m fully ready to meet her I’ll be in my best fit, I’ma have the fresh caesar Since I’m eager, be in the room, dusting off the heater Have a fully loaded 40 pointed at her when I meet her Take her to the hood, gunpoint, bitch don’t tempt me Force her eyes open, look at lives, vacant, empty No wonder that they shower me with hatred and envy I’ve picked the wrong nigga couldn't make it against me Fuck your healthcare, health scare Even though I’m well aware Counting down till I pull the trigger, like hell yeah I be the last time you impose Legs crossed with my cig lit Now watch it all implode [Hook] [Outro: Sample from The Network] (I don't want you to protest I don't want you to riot I don't want you to write to your congressman Because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the crime in the street All I know is that first You've got to get mad You've got to say 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, GOTDAMMIT! My life has VALUE!') (I want you to get up now I want all of you to get up out of your chairs I want you to get up right now and go to the window Open it, and stick your head out, and yell 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'm NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!')