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(master p chorus) |
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Feel my pain, feel my pain |
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This ghetto got me goin through some thangs |
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God feel my pain. (x4) |
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(fiend talking) |
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There comes a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you |
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Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away? i got sons of funk, |
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An me fiend, an my people, master p an silkk |
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They ready to tell you how i feel, trapped, everyday life. |
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Verse 1- (fiend) |
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Everytime i open my eyes, i thank god for wakin this soldier, |
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Cuz in this cruel world its hard to walk these streets bein sober, |
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It hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders, |
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Mom used to be babysitters buyin boulders, |
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It's all on me to really except that i lost my brother, |
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An to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the same mother, |
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Pillows an covers can't smother the pain that i have, |
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Sometimes i feel like i lost my better half, so sad, |
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But that's the way of the ghetto, |
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See yo life is already made, it's an accomplishment to pass "a" grade, |
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See they hate my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs, |
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Sellin they book of food stamps at night, |
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I light the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in, |
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Cuz i can't afford to lose another gender life, |
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But livin this bend you could lose it if it came today, |
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It rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away. |
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(chorus-sons of funk) |
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Tell me what we gonna do? the world ain't the same man, |
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The way we live is a shame, i can't hide this pain. (x2) |
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(master p chorus x4) |
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Verse 2-(master p) |
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Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel to the grave, |
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Dear mama keep yo head up i'm tryin ta get paid, |
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These ghetto tears got me out there wantin to scream, |
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My auntie 35, but bumpin 17 off a dope fiend, |
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I live my whole life to stack some chips, |
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An it's a shame when yo own homie, sank yo ship, |
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An mama cryin......cuz church's be packed, |
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An all yo family an friends dressed in black, |
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An it's a shame, to see homies leave this earth, |
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Some say ball, til you fall, now it's ashes an dirt, |
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Sometimes, i feel like i'm trapped between heaven an hell, |
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In the ghetto's ???tory, wit fiends an crack cells. |
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(chorus x2) |
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(master p chorus x4) |
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Verse 3-(silkk the shocker) |
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You might catch me, walkin wit my head down, |
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In the pourin rain, |
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Tryin to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain, |
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I coulda been born son of a king, |
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Instead i was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends, |
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Dear god i got some questions, that maybe you can answer, |
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Why my brother got shot, an my grandmother died of cancer, |
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Now through it all i tried to ball an keep it real, |
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They say they don't feel what i feel, |
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I guess cuz they don't live where i live, |
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See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died |
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Didn't wanna see her cry, |
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But i seen her through the face of the mirror |
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Wipin tears from her eyes, |
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An my next door neighbor committed suicide, was it cuz of stress, |
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An if it was, was it that bad that he had to choose death? |
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(chorus until song ends) |
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(master p chorus x4) |
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(fiend talking) |
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Sittin here tryin to take the pain away, see this one here |
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This for all my ghetto fiends out there |
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Fightin these street wars, to all my no limit soldiers |
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To everybody in the penitentary, i feel yo pain |
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This ain't nuthin like bein free, tryin to take the pain away |
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Rest in peace |
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Kevin bailey, kevin miller. tryin to take the pain away, fiend |
