Angel in My life

[Phone Conversation]

B: Hello

Mike: Ayo b what's hood yo

B: What's going on mike

Mike: Aye I've been trying to get in touch with mouse, you spoke to him lately

B: What you mean I spoke to him you ain't hear

Mike: Naw

B: Nigga got dragged out his house in a fucking straight jacket

Mike: For what

B: Cause he talking about killing himself and taking people with him

Mike: You lying

B: Then they found mad drugs in his system man this nigga's gone he's lost yo

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

Let look behind the Swarovski crystals

Behind the 50 calibers and the pistols

Misuse pardon self gotta excuse my issues

For me just to have them a ritual

But I ain't as crazy as I seem to be

It's just that nothing is the way that is seems to me

I'm feeling less than drugging him up with anti-depressants

In essence I'm threatening my character assessment

Truth told, I figure a few hoes mixed with some new clothes

Should cover my loop holes

If I'm misunderstood or misguided

Started when they passed the L, said, "Just try it"

When I don't want to get out of bed I just fight it

Sometimes I don't eat for days I just diet

Only live once so if I just like it

I ain't even checking the price I just buy shit

I'm thinking that will just hide it

But all it takes is life to ignite shit

Thinking bout death wondering how I'm gone go

I can't be insane for just wanting to know

In my head I die often, I use to think of suicide often

Good suit on and a nice coffin

But that ain't something I would try myself

Still they locked me in this room all by myself

I need a, I think I need a...

[Phone Conversation]

Mike: I can't even believe this shit you saying right now

Yo that don't even sound like Mouse

B: just like we was at the club the other night

This nigga ran out the club start shooting my man up

Mike: word!!!

B: For no reason then this nigga talking about he's the only one who can save him

The apocalypse is coming and he's the savior of all mankind

Mike: that's crazy

B: that nigga ain't his self no more

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

They say my symptoms are aggressive

They title me a compulsive obsessive slash manic depressive

They tryna tell me that I'm a con and I game niggas

That's one reason I don't even entertain niggas

Not important who they are I won't name niggas

They like to say I got a tendency to blame niggas

I keep fucking shit up but keep trying

If ya'll would just trust me I wouldn't just keep lying

If I had bread I wouldn't be in debt

Let me clarify get in-depth

I feel like every time I been less, whenever I invest

Whenever I am set, I feel like I'm inept

I try to make 'em understand but they just won't [?]

I'm telling 4 million other I am the template

There ain't a book that tells a story there is no index

We got some different type of cuts and no there not princess

All this indigest seemingly endless

How I take in stress when I always went best

Aching in my chest yet and still it won't break me

They say the room's padded for my own safety

But the cushion don't soften shit

They locked the door but still they let my thoughts in it

And no one can tell me why I'm here

I can't even see the sky from here, I guess my time is near

[Phone Conversation]

Mike: ayo we really need to go see that nigga yo

B: hum... I don't know we could do that but last time I saw him

He wasn't looking good they had him in the room

I.V.'s all in his arm looking like he was in a daze like his body was there

Mike: You spoke to him?

B: Mentally he was gone they wouldn't let me near him

They had a guard by him on 24 hour watch

Had all these prescriptions he was taking

Mike: damn yo that ain't even him

B: I don't know what's going on with that nigga

I just gotta keep him in my prayers hope everything's good