Joe Budden - Star Wars lyrics

Hey! Hey! Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2
Turn the beat up somethin Parks we ridin

Look i'm seeing a couple things wrong with
The way that I'm living
So come and Walk With Me
I just need a second opinion
Let me take you there, the crib
Gotta see if you notice
There's plenty room in this mansion
But ain't enough room for Joseph
Now every thought is corroded
Choices I blow it like
I'm more than explosive more than heroic
Begged the Lord for some focus
Broke every law that was voted
Told them to walk with a poet
I was so poor when I wrote it
You can't ignore the heroics

I'm talking Star Wars, Star Wars
I'm talking Star Wars
The demons that come with the clothes
Jewellery and car doors
Most be in a fight with themselves
Don't know they are at war
If you gone go to war for the art
Study the Art of War

Think it was Carter 4 when
Y'all disregarded it all
I assumed if you bought the
Bars you was willing to (more than fall?)
I mean
Far as I recall I done saw the coroner
While I'm thanking all of my niggas
Like this is our war
It's all about money but
Wasn't suited for change
Did these hoes really love me or
Did they use me for fame?
They made me out like a villain
I been a beautiful Bane
Painkillers no longer working
Guess I'm used to the pain
But now look at the way that we up
Faces hard to keep up
Models with fake D cups thirsty
Waiting to see us calm, waiting to re-up
Was calm breaking the weed up
Around the time Camron's mom
Was dating D-Rugz was grabbed by Lincoln
We was high and was leaning
Looking like lying and scheming and
Wave riding for streaming
I'm waving hi to my demons
By my side like I need 'em
Shit, I rely on em even
If such illogical thinking, it's my most
Innocent, intimate thoughts
More than insensitive
Might offend and appall when
There's no venom, enthralled
Ill-tempered, they said you might just get
A sense that I'm off
Never meant for my temperament to
Be so different from y'all
Too many minions with opinions that's false
Rated me shady way before Eminem called
Just wasn't mentioning Paul
Too many symptoms to sort
Throw in the Henny withdraw
My average sentiment begins with
What resentments have caused

I'm talking Star Wars, Star Wars
I'm talking Star Wars
The shit that come with the clothes
Jewelry and car doors
Remember when we started from
Breakdancing on cardboard?
Now we pray to our Lord they
Don't give us what's ours Lord
Star Wars, Star Wars, it's only Star Wars
With bats to the label when
Niggas was playing hard ball
Lucky if you make it
Trust me if you know what y'all doin
They feed us crumbs when really
We deserve far more

I'm hardball, G'S as in check
Success to me is when you look back on
Your past and you don't see a regret
If I didn't tell you I dropped
Out it'd be the least disrespect
Moved to work in Montclair but
It's St Peter's I rep
Since we the only profession
Contingent on your discretion
But when you censor it's members
Then it's no longer expression
Long ago I was longing to
Get it on with depression
Another form of oppression
Deadly and form in a second
I wonder why we as artists just
Look to seek this profession
Develop hard skin for jargon while
Taking heat for suggestions
I think our deepest confessions
Lie underneath this aggression
The shit they never schooled me on
It always teach me the lesson
Niggas injecting all these
Weekly projections
Eager for media press to leave a
Request and then repeatedly press him
Only to see his transgressions
And y'all believe this deception
And would agree it's upsetting
All of this greed and obsession
I often wonder why it's celebrated
Beside the fact that it probably mean you
Went to hell if you made it
Selfish frustrated, they ain't help
You create it, or are they jealous and hated
Do you need help with self hatred
Or for the wealth that you traded
It's hard ball and hard balls
Give me three outs now let it rain
To be Ralph then it gotta be Ralph now
Whose to blame, well if it's me well then I
Had method to my madness
Started even before me and
Method had that madness
People saying I patronize
Such a creative lie
We all outta control but appear stabilized
The way they self-medicate, shit
Hoping they survive
Look how they kill themselves
Only to stay alive give me flashbacks
I was mobbin just gettin by
Now watch it solidify
Throwing dollars up in the sky
You get bothersome
If problems get poppin we let em fly
My tolerance just ain't high if
The tolerance ain't a high
My nigga hear though, this is the part
Like they don't hear Joe
Weirdoes in weird clothes
All of these weird flows
Weird though, where sheers go
I came in bare though
Therefore shit like a jungle
Might need a beard so
"Come and take a walk with me"