[Intro]

Mic check, mic check 1-2 1-2

Made a lot of mishaps, lot of mistakes, lot of missteps

Grown shit though, is when you can recognize that

And I recognize that, and real recognize that

Talk to em...

[Verse 1]

Last word, check it, unbeatable force, insurmountable object

Bull should've known better than counting me out, I'm from the projects

So if I ever do it for greed, indeed something is wrong

Prepare for the future, remember I used to get heat from the oven on

They wanted to see budden gone, fiend'd out on sour

But nobody helped put budden on, had to bring my own power so

I'm having a private party, that only myself attends

And if the dj plays the song to my soul, it'll give itself a cleanse

They telling me all the pain I ever felt was self-infringed

But I had help from friends, one even held the syringe

Architect of my own path, I'd like to think it's designed the best

Defied the odds, I never aged while giving time a test

No niggas on house arrest, I'm on a minor rest

You trying to call me or text me, don't even bother, I'm trying to give mine a rest

I got a treasure but it's content is invisible

Was filled before with shit that I thought I treasured, but made me miserable

My affairs together, here forever, yeah I'm back to work

Learned in order to lose love, probably gotta have it first

[Verse 2]

My life's a crap shoot, my dice are loaded, ain't no stopping me

Most interesting man, a hard place is between a rock and me

I'm torn within, and my eyes are heavy

I'm born again, just means I died already

Means I survived already, so fuck they want with me?

World been against me so long, misery hates my company

Isolated my whole life, not many know who joseph is

In order to reciprocate love, you gotta notice it

Gotta recognize it, gotta feel it first

Gotta be let inside it, feel it's hurt and then kneel to it's worst

If you contain it, don't hide it, gotta reveal it first

And when you think you hit rock bottom, gotta feel it worse

Or, my rule book is just dated

And for you to truly appreciate it, you gotta at least be hated

Mama I made it, if anyone know my way was hard

They prayed for my downfall on deaf ears, I was praying to god

So god, I loved love till it resented me

And if it's still a stranger, then I love who it pretends to be

[Outro]

No love lost

No love found

They found a little bit though

I don't know where they found it out, but it was there

So I guess the moral of the story,

Is as you mature, so will it

Just gotta find it

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