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Joe Budden Talks Suicide Attempts and Struggle With Depression





Very few rappers openly talk about mental health and Joe Budden is an exception perhaps because he personally dealt with it.

The often very vocal rapper can be found on the daily hip hop show Everyday Struggle on Complex where he is one of the co-hosts. You can always expect Budden to speak his mind on any rapper or any song whether he likes it or not. This time he is not talking about music, but something that affected everyone directly or indirectly, mental health. In his interview with Grass Routes Podcast, the Slaughterhouse rapper delve into his past struggles with depression and even revealed that at one point he contemplated suicide. Fortunately, he was able to find fame and fight those demons that almost claimed his life.

Joe Budden told hosts Erin Ashley Simon and Brandon Hall that he has attempted suicide at least five times in his life. “For me, there have been less than five times where I’ve actually attempted suicide,” the rapper said. “That wasn’t in ’03, ’04, ‘Pump it Up’ was out then. But that didn’t mean that the days weren’t dark. That didn’t mean that the suicidal thoughts weren’t there… When I say ’04, that’s when I didn’t really have those thoughts anymore.”

This revelation by Joe Budden just proves that not even gangster rappers are immune to mental illnesses which is a major problem globally. Joe Budden admitted that it wasn’t until after he retired from rap that he became open about his past demons. He said that his openness now would have never happened if he was still signed to Shady Records because he then had a brand to protect. This could perhaps explain why more celebrities, particularly rappers, are not more open about their struggles with mental illness and drug abuse. Watch the full interview below.




Joe Budden – Freestyle

October 12, 2016

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Intro: Styles P (Talking)

Real MC shit you know
Jedi’s on deck pay attention
Fuck y’all niggas talkin’ bout?
Verse 1: Styles P

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva
Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it
You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier
He’s hot headed, he’ll leave you as masses on fire
I’m the ghost rider that’ll kill your ghost writer
Make him OD on heroin, he’s a dope writer
If you had it written don’t you tell me that you spittin’
Imma say you bullshittin’ and go suck a dick
And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin’
Yeah, I’m 41 but you ain’t got to act dumb nigga
I ain’t got a problem killing 41 young niggas
14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga
I was movin’ work at like 41 slums nigga
Told my nigga Budden we don’t always get along
But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion
We know we got bars and these little niggas don’t
Let’s lock ’em up, just slaughter ’em, make it look disgusting
Cut from a cloth that God made
Waring in the devils’ land when I want to war knockin’ ‘I Pray’
Could kill MC’s for like 5 days
I’m talkin’ Monday through Friday
Go and pick up then dump ’em on the highway
Yeah, you should know that the ghost here
Space ghost, kill ’em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

Verse 2: Joe Budden

A nigga vision is so clear
Even through the mystici , keep the pope near
Was big out in L.E.S., this ain’t Joe clear
Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe’s ear
So the venom is caged, I’m underpaid
I can only give ’em minimum rage
I came up when all they respected is violence
If you know, it’s something to be said in my silence
Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands
Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling
Got football numbers when the squad was pinched
Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went
Listen, the fame you can keep
Some niggas became sheep
But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech
All I hear is niggas talkin’ bout Game and Meek
I’m in the crib thinkin’ this entire game is meek
This shit has changed Ghost
They lowered the understanding
Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion
But you and ‘Kiss told me we gon’ make it
Say whatever you want about him he don’t fake it
You rarely see me out, I don’t be most places
In bars it’s still shit that real G’s hold sacred, yeah
That’s probably why they adore me though
Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo


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