

“Who’s a problem? I’m a problem, yall aint solvin shit // I’m a problem like when the tre pound revolver spit // I’m a problem like a child mother and fatherless // Running away from group homes, not gettin far for shit // I’m a problem like an artist improperly marketed // In they first week got em saying “but I worked hard for this” // I’m a problem like approaching this music shit half-assed // I’m a problem like a calculus question in math class // I’m a problem like being drunk, tryna run from the D’s // All out of breath so you decide to hide up under a V // I’m a problem like that dreaded phone call from baby mama // That always starts smooth, but ends in that crazy drama”
Yeah, that’s a long ass quote, but damn Joell goes in on these 125 joints.
Joell Ortiz - 125 Pt. 5 (Man I’m…) (Rapidshare) (Sharebee)