Joe Budden - Three Sides To A Story lyrics

[Joey as Derrick]

My names Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick

Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits

Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished

And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish

Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torcher

And I just did that for manslaughter

Odds was against me, murder in the second degree

Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea

That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past

When all niggaz kno me for is the past

And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash

They know if something ever sparked it'll cock it and blast

Now I'm tryna live straight and get my act together

But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together

Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room

Cried when she found a gat in the dresser

Said no child of hers woulda had dat, never!!!

But with all the dirt I was doing

I felt like I hadda protect her, I hadda protect us

Stead of me sellin crack forever

She rather be ina shop right, getting bags together

Passing endeavors, wont allow me to get work

Forced me to get work

On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you'll hire me

NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!!

I gotta lil sister that's nine

Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling

But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the script

So we don't go broke, I'm back to this hammer that I hafta tote

Stash ya kno, I'm killin em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke

Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash

And those two chicks a month that mom get don't last

Lil Sally still young she developing fast

Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task

Then it clicked me, plain close, cops came to get me

But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me

And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant

They knew about it all they said they had an informant

I'm back in this caged up cell

With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve

See I tried to live right

But society ain't made for niggaz to live right

Mommy just write

Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight

And I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight

[Chorus]

I know it might seem like it's all good

But this is what it's like in the hood

I rep my set like you should

But this is what it's like in the hood

[repeat]

[Joey as Sally]

My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy

Dad pasted away, moms remarried

I gotta big bro, but he's in jail

Moms said for some things that he used to sell

And I'm always with step-dad, his names Beau

And theres some things about him that my mom don't kno

And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty

And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me

He touches me places I don't like it

And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss

I mean touch me places that's private

And he don't just touch he put summin inside it

He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it

Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet

Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low

I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old

And my moms in love so she makes excuses

But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises

Why step daddy gotta take me thru this

Help, somebody, I'm getting raped I cant do this

Nobody understands I'm weary

Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me

Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion

All the while moaning and pushin

You try to push him, he's getting bothered

You yell and you scream but he starts going harder

Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of

Cuz even when it's over, your life, it'll scare ya

Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad

Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat

He can tell I'm mad

But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that?

Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that?

Yep, thought you'd agree so I keep it all to me

Baby on the way, and I'm not working

And I kno it's his cause I used to be a virgin

Derrick says he'll handle it, wipe my tears

He don't know, this is what it's like for years

And it falls on def ears

Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don't leave us alone

Some secrets are hard to keep

Some secrets make it hard to sleep

And sleep is the only time I feel safe

Still the act haunts me, and I kno I'ma wake up with step daddy on me…

[Chorus]

[Joey as Beau]

My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with

But she's always in church, real religious

I hadda son he was young he was gifted

Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas

Three shots close range with a handgun

I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam's son

I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder

And went on a manhunt just to kill they father

Derrick and my boy hadda mutual friend

That put me on doing what I gotta do for revenge

Derricks coming home now, and he's gonna get it

And I kno he'll be lookin for me with a biscuit

Not hard to find, got them teks in handy, and

I'm in his house having sex with him family

I got his mom on the bed and the canopy

And I'm with his sister molesting her candy

Now he kno it all

His friend prolly told em, and you can't hide nothing ina hood so small

But then it came Sunday, Beau ain't hafta work

Just humped on Sally, Pam's in church

Derrick bust in, Beau just froze

White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes

Screams, "Get ready for your funeral Beau"

And then he reach to his hip and let a few of 'em go

Cause he's packin but Sally starts gaspin

Holdin her stomach, I guess she started having contractions

Beau grabbed his, now they both got heat

Just gunnin, both ignoring the seed that's coming

Now Sally's in the crossfire, screams out stop

Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hott

Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops

Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked

Barricades up, yep, you already kno y'all

Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars

Cops on the mega phone, "come down now"

But it all calmed down somehow

Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms

Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms

Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray

Nope! Shots done ric-o-shade, cops take him away

And now some niggaz miss em

But it wasn't the guns that killed Sally, nah it was the dumb niggaz wit em

When we gonna learn to treat our people sacred

Theres some type of way kid, we're all related

When we gonna grow and get rid of the hatred

Cuz this shit happens on a regular basis, this shit happens on a regular basis

This type of shit happens everyday kidd

[Chorus]