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!')