Artist: Joe Budden Album: Padded Room Song: Angel in My life Typed by: Nathan2180@hotmail.com [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 One] Let look behind the servaski crystals (and what) Behind the 50 caliber's and the pistols (go ahead) 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 (and I'm feeling) I'm feeling less than drugging him up with anti depressants (so what) In essence I'm threatening my character assessment (Look here) Truth told I figure a few hoes mixed with some new clothes Should cover my loop holes If I'm misunderstood or misguided (I mean it) Started when they passed the L said just try it (I mean when) When I don't want to get out of bed I just fight it (sometimes) Some times I don't eat for days I just diet Only live one 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) 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 Two] They say my symptoms are aggressive They title me a compulsives obsessive slash manic depressive They tryina 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 have a tendency to blame niggas I keep fucking shit up but keep trying (Listen) If ya'll would just trust me I wouldn't just keep lying (Listen) 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 in-epth I try to make them understand but they just wont ac-cept I'm telling 4 million other I am the temp-late 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 indigess seemingly endless how I take in stress When I always went best Aching in my chest Yet and still it won't break me (why) They say the room's padded for my own safety (Naw) 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's ain't even him B: I don't know what's going on with that nigga I just gotta keep him in my prays hope everythings good