| 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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| Its 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 cant 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 thats the way of the ghetto,
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| See yo life is already made, its 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 cant 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 aint the same man,
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| The way we live is a shame, I cant 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 aint the same, from the cradel to the grave,
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| Dear mama keep yo head up Im 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 its a shame when yo own homie, sank yo ship,
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| An mama cryin… cuz churchs be packed,
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| An all yo family an friends dressed in black,
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| An its a shame, to see homies leave this earth,
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| Some say ball, til you fall, now its ashes an dirt,
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| Sometimes, I feel like Im trapped between heaven an hell,
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| In the ghettos? |
| ?? |
| tory, wit fiends an crack cells.
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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 dont feel what I feel,
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| I guess cuz they dont live where I live,
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| See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
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| Didnt 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 aint 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 |