Joe Budden - No Love Lost lyrics

Mic check, mic check 1-2 1-2 Made a lot of mishaps, lot of mistakes, lot of missteps Grown sh** though, is when you can recognize that And I recognize that, and real recognize that Talk to 'em Last word, check it, unbeatable force, insurmountable object Bull should've known better than counting me out, I'm from the projects So if I ever do it for greed, indeed something is wrong Prepare for the future, remember I used to get heat from the oven on They wanted to see Budden gone, fiend'd out on sour But nobody helped put Budden on, had to bring my own power so I'm having a private party, that only myself attends And if the DJ plays the song to my soul, it'll give itself a cleanse They telling me all the pain I ever felt was self-infringed But I had help from friends, one even held the syringe Architect of my own path, I'd like to think it's designed the best Defied the odds, I never aged while giving time a test No n***as on house arrest, I'm on a minor rest You trying to call me or text me, don't even bother, I'm trying to give mine a rest I got a treasure but its content is invisible Was filled before with sh** that I thought I treasured, but made me miserable My affairs together, here forever, yeah I'm back to work Learned in order to lose love, probably gotta have it first My life's a crap shoot, my dice are loaded, ain't no stopping me Most interesting man, a hard place is between a rock and me I'm torn within, and my eyes are heavy I'm born again, just means I died already Means I survived already, so f** they want with me? World been against me so long, misery hates my company Isolated my whole life, not many know who Joseph is In order to reciprocate love, you gotta notice it Gotta recognize it, gotta feel it first Gotta be let inside it, feel its hurt and then kneel to its worst If you contain it, don't hide it, gotta reveal it first And when you think you hit rock bottom, gotta feel it worse Or, my rule book is just dated And for you to truly appreciate it, you gotta at least be hated Mama I made it, if anyone know my way was hard They prayed for my downfall on deaf ears, I was praying to God So God, I loved love till it resented me And if it's still a stranger, then I love who it pretends to be No love lost No love found They found a little bit though I don't know where they found it out, but it was there So I guess the moral of the story, Is as you mature, so will it Just gotta find it One