[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Ya mean? (my n***as, uh)
Uh, talk to 'em

[Hook - Mr. Probz - w/ ad libs]
Feet are tired and the pain shows
It's such a long way to go now, such a long way to go
Gotta be strong by myself now, such a long road
My soul's so cold, weak in all my bones
But I gotta work hard just to reach my goals
Such a long way to go, so many miles left but I'm here now, yeah

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yo, yo, please Lord somethin gotta give (dog)
They say for every negative, there's a positive (dog)
But I ain't positive, for every buck deposited (dog)
We still in the hood, livin like hostages and never mind colleges
School of Hard Knocks scholarship, dealin with politics
I would just sell success in the store, if I could bottle it
But, I ain't a millionaire, won't see me in Forbes son
Life is like a (Beach Chair), when you can afford one (oh!)
Ruger loaded, just in case the war come
Might as well, everything is comin to the forefront
Need a clear head just to think
And fuck a (Drink N My 2 Step) n***a, I'm two steps from a drink
The pressure either bust pipes or it make diamonds
No matter how high up the mountain, I stay climbin
Freedom I keep chancin (oh)
So if I fall like Beyonce, I just get back up and keep dancin
[Hook - w/ ad libs]

(Yo Mouse, talk to 'em)

[Break - Joe Budden]
Never been a goal that I couldn't reach (uh)
Never been a lesson I couldn't teach
I done been through the World and back
Fuck school, I got all the facts
All I do is stand tall (stand tall)
When they got my back against the wall
When it's game time, all we do is ball
My n***as'll be here in one call (one call), one call (one call)
When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone
Ain't gotta go through nothin alone
When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone
Ain't gotta walk through this World alone, if I'm on my own

[Break 2 - Mr. Probz]
Keep on standin on my own two feet
Everytime that I cry, when I sweat, when I bleeeeed
See nothin can stop me, no nothin except meeeee

[Hook - w/ ad libs]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, let me talk to 'em real quick, la-look, look
I'm chasin after pies With bags under my eyes
You lookin at my representative mask, it's a disguise
And I don't do things like I used to
The past is the past (but I'm), I'm presently thinkin about the future
Certain n***as bettin I fall
I'm speed joggin through the quicksand, I'm jugglin three medicine balls
See I'm comin up, used to share a room with two cellmates
Now I tower over the Devil but this ain't "Hell Date"
Long way to go, I see my feet gettin blisters
I dare 'em talk to me like Mike Richards
Or play Don Imus and think it's cool to disrespect our sisters
I guess we got a while 'fore they actually get the picture
I think about Virginia Tech, think about Katrina
N***as that caught Sean Bell slippin with the nina
A day before the wedding, safety off the weapon
Though all these things play in my head, I keep steppin (oh!)
[Hook - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]

[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
That On Top Music!
Naw mean?
Uh, a uh, uh, Joey
Team Jump Off
Oh, uh, you in that?
Yes!