Difficult
[Verse 1]They ask me am I okay,They ask me if I'm happyAre they asking me that because of the shit that's been thrown at meOr am I just a little snappyAnd they genuinely careDoody, most of my life its just been me and you thereand I continuosly stare at pictures of youI never gotta say I love you as much as I wanted to but I doYeah I say it now and you can't hear me,What the fuck good does that do me now,But somehow I know you're near me in presenceOh, I went and dropped some presents off easter to themTwo little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a littleAnd dawg you'll never believe this but Sharonda actually talks to me nowJesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the piecesMan how could you touch so many fucking lives and just leave usThey say grievance has a way of affecting everyone differentIf it's true how the fuck am I supposed to get over you,Difficult as it sounds...
[Verse 2]Doody, that's what we called each other,I don't know where it came from but it just stuck with us,We was always brothersNever thought about each other's skin colours'Til one day we was walking up the block in the summerIt was like 90 degrees I was catching a sun burnTryna walk under the treesJust to give me some comfortI'm moaning I just wanna get homeWhen I look over and your shirt is offI'm like you gonna fry and you're like,"No I wont, I'm black stupidAnd black people they got melaninin their skin, we don't burn"Meanwhile, my face is glowing and I feelLike I'm on fireAnd the entire time you're just laughing at meAnd snapping at me with your shirt, bastardAnd I still have to get you back for that shitAnd by the way them Playboy rings,My Mother stole from youWell Nate finally got 'em backShit it must have been at least 16 years ago,Well I put 'em in your cask-owwMoving past it, it still ain't registered yetBut you can bet your legacy they'll never forgetThe Motor City, Motown,hip hop vet, hip hop Shop, dreadsit don't stop thereYeah, as difficult as it sounds...
[Verse 3]And this may sound a little strange but I'mma tell itI found that jacket that you left at my weddingAnd I picked it up to smell itI wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glassAnd hang it up in the hallway so I can always look at itAnd as for all of me and D12 we feel like fuck rapIt feels like our General just fucking died in our lapWe shut off all our pagers,All our cell numbers has changedOur two-ways are in the trashSo some cats will have to find a new wayAnd I know that it feels like the dreams will die with you todayBut the truth is there all still here and you ain'tPurple Gang, you gotta keep pressing onDon't ever give up the dream dawg,I got love for you allAnd Doody, it's true you bought people together who neverWoulda been in the same room if it wasn't for youYou were the peacemaker Doody,I know sometimes you were moodyBut you hated confrontationAnd truly hated the feudingBut you were down for yours whenever it came to scrappingIf it had to happen, it had to happenBelieve me, I know you're the one who taught me toThrow them balls back on DresdenFrom making cars to paintballingGetting arrestedTo sitting across from each other in cells laughing and jestingThey tried to hit us for 5 years for that, no questionI guess them hookers and bums that we shot upDidn't show up for courtSo we got off on a technicality, left sweatingMe, you and what's his faceI forgot his fucking nameShame he even came to your funeralHe betrayed our teamAnd if I see him again I'ma punch him in the fucking faceAnd that's on Hallie Jade, Whitney Lane and Alaina's nameI let the pistol bang once just to leak a shot in the airFor you and pour some liquor out for you with Obie in the parking lot of 54Just before we were supposed to get in carsTo come and see you once moreDifficult as it sounds...