Word of Mouse (Open Letter To Jo...

It was back in high school, when I heard your first single

Pump it up, nice beat, hook with a jingle

Gave you a chance, second album that I ever copped

June 10th, 2003 on the day it dropped

 

I was shocked, stunned and then floored

After every track I wanted to hear more

Depression gone now

Had me take that blade from my wrist when I heard your song come on sayin Calm Down

 

Then they said your album flopped, only went gold

How could this be with tracks that were so bold

Followed underground, radio didn't know nothin

Inspired me when I heard The Worst of Joe Budden

 

Could It Get Any Worse, yes it did

For Better or For worse, Mood Muzik ya dig

Nigga you saved my life, that's why I wrote this

Em pulled me from Rock Bottom, but you made me Focus

 

You taught me how to feel nigga

You taught me to always speak my mind cuz fake people hate real niggas

Plus I mastered all that syillable shit

But rather make the pen bleed to see the feeling you get

 

And if this letter doesn't get to you

I'll feel better knowing that I wrote a classic that would still be the shit to you

Fuck it, you helped me through my bad history

The best company when I flirt with miss misery

 

Or make it rain at the bar, drown in my sorrow

Don't really care, but If I Die Tommorrow

I know so many people will miss me

I'm cruisin in 5th Gear, but depression drive a six speed

 

Your help is inmeasurable

Helped me see me and who I claim to love really weren't Insperable

When I had No Idea, you said Sober Up

You got a Long Way to Go, nigga soldier up

 

And to Joe, one of the realest niggas in the booth

We're the same but we're not, share the same truths

We're two extremes at two extremes

Everybody think we crazy, look what I mean

 

You inspired me to achieve instead of hatin

So every track I breathe I say hello expectation

Use everything against me and some how still manage

To use all my imperfections to my advantage