Through My Eyes

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]

What if I told you grandma raised me, she was blind and all

I was trappin', little rappin', schools, 9 and all

Been to hell and back, couple ditches, all kinda falls

Fiendin' for them pills, I tried to triple that in Tylenols

Who's to question 'bout my hustle and the way I'm eatin'?

Got a family, no job, I wake up late for meetings

Early morning, all Momma dishes got the razor treatment

Gotta feed the team, God, I can't afford to pay the deacons

Man, I believe in a lot of things

But I really heard them choppers scream

Daddy a man, he ain't a vest, I went and copped the thing

Sinnin' since a gremlin, did some shit to make the doctor scream

Speakin' of my daddy, that’s another story

I'd really like to call that my mother’s story

I was rippin' and Crippin', chillin' it wasn’t for me

And I’d be lyin' if I say he ain’t do nothin' for me

Apologize if I’m talkin' 'bout me

But my fans say they wanna hear me talk about street

I could finish it by eight, I’d hit that block by nine

Perfect cubicles of work, we leave that office by three

Shit, shit, I got a whole beat to go

Long story short, we tryin' to see the dough

Ain’t mentioned my daughter yet, you should meet her, Joe

Just ‘cause you get a shot don’t mean you make this

Shit, it’s free to throw

Kinda smart, won’t say I wouldn’t have been nothin'

But it’s somethin' about the streets that make a nigga keep jumpin'

When they call, just ‘cause I leave won’t mean I make it back

My daughter three, I mean she’s smart, but try explainin' that

[Chorus: Emanny]

I see it my way

And it ain't gonna change

And you would know why

If you looked through my eyes

[Ad-libs over Chorus: Tsu Surf]

I mean, is sinnin' really sinnin'

When the end justify the means?

Am I wrong for wantin' for me and my team?

Southward! Cops ain’t really doin' shit

They just wearin' the uniforms and shit

Couple niggas dyin' every day

I mean, what else could you say?

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

So many things about this industry is misleadin'

Filled with so many feminine ways

You would think it’s a Miss leadin'

From all of my time in the streets, I never got dissed for no reason

Know I'm in Slaughterhouse now

Back then I wanted them pigs bleedin'

I’m who the kids see, but I ain’t a role model

Before I found the genie, he was hidin' in a coke bottle

And since you talk about your dad you ain’t discover

When you sign you’ll probably find

That most these rappers is your brothers

Who raised these niggas?

Higher learning, school daze these niggas

Since I can’t let a few graze these niggas

It’s one and the same, still got every cal I bought

Child support to runnin' in labels, beggin' them for now support

The shit just as foul as I thought

From steppin' out with weapons out

Loved ones in Heaven now

Persevered through Def Jam, through Lyor, through Kevin Liles

Got blackballed, bounced back, y'all

Now me and Royce be on 7 Mile

Hunger of a draft pick, even though I’m a legend now

And so I’m blind like Stevie

To the joy my son get when he see me on TV

But y'all think it's easy

I can barely walk in public, if you was in my position, Surf

Home and away games are played the same, just on different turfs

Nobody loyal, I’m a loner, I don’t have a clique

To top it off, rap money come slower than Viagra dick

Feel like all my prayers hit my loved ones with an asterisk

‘Cause rapper shit had me out the country

When my gram's was sick

No blog could ever let you know the half of it

Why the fuck niggas think I be on my passive shit?

So I can’t decide who’s the braver man

‘Cause you a slave to them streets and I’m a slave to these fans

[Chorus: Emanny]

I see it my way

And it ain't gonna change

And you would know why

If you looked through my eyes

[Ad-libs over Chorus: Joe Budden]

You know what I mean?

Niggas be wantin' to switch places or trade places

Like shit is all good and all that

All niggas see is the cars and the hoes

See 'em in the strip club, lil' bit of jewelry on

And think everything gravy though

I almost punched one of these sucka niggas in the face last night

[Outro: Joe Budden]

But the hood shit don’t stop

Don’t stop ‘cause you ain’t in it

They only think you take a nigga out the hood

You can’t take the hood out a nigga

Y'all don’t feel me though, young numb