Difficult

[Verse 1: Eminem]

They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy

Are they asking me that because of the shit that's been thrown at me?

Or am I just a little snappy and they genuinely care?

Doody, most of my life it's just been me and you there

And I continuously stare at pictures of you

I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to, but I do

Yeah, I say it now when you can't hear me

What the fuck good does that do me now?

But somehow I know you're near me in presence

Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter

To them two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their

Minds a little, and dog, you'll never believe this

But Sharonda actually talks to me now — Jesus!

And everyone else is just tryin' to pick up the pieces

Man, how could you touch so many fuckin' lives and just leave us?

They say grievance has a way of affectin' everyone different

If it's true, how the fuck I'm s'posed to get over you?

Difficult as it sounds

[Chorus: Obie Trice]

Doody, I drop a tear in a rhyme

The day you find it is the day I stop missin' DeShaun

Holton, it was written, it was woven

For a soldier to leave so suddenly — got me wide open

How could God take a soul so dope and

Turn around, leave us all heartbroken?

Know that you're sayin', "Keep goin'! Be a man! No emotion!"

It's your duty, until we meet again, Doody

[Verse 2: Eminem]

"Doody" — that's what we'd call each other

I don't know where it came from

But it just stuck with us; we was always brothers

Never thought about each other's skin colors

'Til one day we was walkin' up the block in the summer

It was like 90 degrees, I was catchin' a sunburn

Tryin' to walk under the trees just to give me some comfort

I'm moanin', I just wanna get home and

I look over, and your shirt is off

I'm like, "You're gonna fry," you're like, "No, I won't

I'm black, stupid! And black people, they got melatonin

In their skin — we don’t burn," meanwhile my face is glowin'

And I feel like I'm on fire

And the entire time you're just laughin' at me

And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard

And I still have to get you back for that shit

And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother stole from you

Well, Nate finally got 'em back, shit

It must've been at least sixteen years ago

Well, I put 'em in your cask— oww

Movin' past it, it still ain't registered yet

But you can bet, your legacy they'll never forget

The Motor City, Motown, hip hop vet

Hip Hop Shop, dreads, it don't stop there

Yeah, as difficult as it sounds

[Chorus: Obie Trice]

Doody, I drop a tear in a rhyme

The day you find it is the day I stop missin' DeShaun

Holton, it was written, it was woven

For a soldier to leave so suddenly — got me wide open

How could God take a soul so dope and

Turn around, leave us all heartbroken?

Know that you're sayin', "Keep goin'! Be a man! No emotion!"

It's your duty, until we meet again, Doody

[Verse 3: Eminem]

And this might sound a little strange, but I'ma tell it

I found that jacket that you left at my wedding

And I picked it up to smell it

I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass

And hang up in the hallway so I can always look at it

And as for all me and D12 we feel like "Fuck rap!"

It feels like our general just fuckin' died in our lap

We shut off all our pagers, all our cell numbers is changed

Our two-ways are in the trash

So some cats will have to find a new way

And I know it feels like the dreams will die with you today

But the truth is they're all still here, and you ain't

Purple Gang, you gotta keep pressin' on

Don't ever give up the dream, dog, I got love for you all

And Doody, it's true you brought people together

Who never woulda been in the same room if it wasn't for you

You were the peacemaker, Doody

I know sometimes you were moody

But you hated confrontation and truly hated the feuding

But you was down for yours whenever it came to scrappin'

If it had to happen, it had to happen

Believe me, I know you're the one who taught me to throw them bows back on Dresden

From eggin' cars to paintballin' and gettin' arrested

To sittin' across from each other in cells, laughin' and jestin'

They tried to hit us for five years for that, no question

I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up didn't show up for court, so we got off on a technicality, left sweatin'

Me, you and… what's his face? I forgot his fuckin' name

Shame he even came to your funeral, he betrayed our team

And if I see him again I'ma punch him in the fuckin' face

And that’s on Hailie Jade, Whitney Laine and Alaina’s name

I'll let the pistol bang once just to lick a shot

In the air for you, and pour some liquor out

With Obie in the parking lot of 54 just before

We were supposed to get in cars to come and see you once more

Difficult as it sounds

[Outro: Obie Trice]

Doody!