| So much pain we live through the strain | 
| So much to gain so I can’t complain | 
| We’ll stake our claim our? | 
| in the name | 
| So take this game, let’s make this change | 
| So much pain we live through the strain | 
| So much to gain so I can’t complain | 
| So much pain it just won’t, go away | 
| It’s all foul man; | 
| I swear to God trick dice in the game | 
| If my life is the prize or the stakes too high for the flame? | 
| And nowaday’s, this young killer’s are nice when they aim | 
| I’m watching rapper’s who died in the flames, am I in the same? | 
| Both flow? | 
| am I gonna change or be repelled by the same catalyst? | 
| Only if I had a wish, I guess the vital analysts | 
| Won’t be some? | 
| and telling me I’m eulogized | 
| So you decide but right now I gots to ride | 
| Move aside no sob stories when we swab stories | 
| Don’t cry for me, just see through my eyes, we analyze, each other’s philosophy | 
| Over beat’s, sometimes I’ll show you the child in me | 
| But I only can show you what’s alotting me | 
| Allowing me speak clearly without any doubt in me | 
| Are you doubting me, doubting me? | 
| So much pain we live through the strain | 
| So much to gain so I can’t complain | 
| We’ll stake our claim our? | 
| in the name | 
| So take this game, let’s make this change | 
| So much pain we live through the strain | 
| So much to gain so I can’t complain | 
| So much pain it just won’t, go away | 
| It’s a new day, just crazy as yesterday is | 
| As lazy as tommorow was I’m as anxious as to get on like people at the chronic | 
| bustop | 
| What the hell took you so long?! | 
| Lets get this operation moving in the right direction for a change | 
| By the way, anybody got any spare of change? | 
| Or think I could get to Australia on a train? | 
| Or get out the hood alive? | 
| I’m I good for a five story or count story courtyard drive? | 
| Now you know I could show up at your house tonight | 
| Or run up a tab? | 
| credit | 
| Life can get complicated, if you let it | 
| Roll out the red carpet when I arrive | 
| Brake out the good plates cups, sallads, bowls, spoons, forks and knives | 
| Now when I take this shit I want one of those Chinese wives | 
| Only thing I turned down is my collar, and I’m subject to pop it | 
| Street scholar in a quarter pocket, Self-Jupiter from the Fellowship | 
| I know you jock it | 
| So much pain we live through the strain | 
| So much to gain so I can’t complain | 
| We’ll stake our claim our? | 
| in the name | 
| So take this game, let’s make this change | 
| So much pain we live through the strain | 
| So much to gain so I can’t complain | 
| So much pain it just won’t, go away | 
| I rap everyday, I work everyday | 
| And it’s a full time job knowing what to say | 
| Blowing the smoke away, and seeing what cha got | 
| And realizing what you really are and what cha not | 
| Pulling your line out the water and seeing what cha cot | 
| Just,? | 
| and boots and that can’t be alot | 
| You need different bait if you want to catch a bass | 
| Gotta have your head straight just to get some cash | 
| I make this records just to keep me saying | 
| Cause the world is more crazy than a song can explain | 
| To make it simple and plain, we not simple and plain | 
| I’m just not the same, without my thang | 
| Live and let live on your own Promise Land | 
| And give rap back to the common man | 
| The War wasn’t over when they bombed Japan | 
| Rise and stand, devise a plan cause it’s. | 
| So much pain we live through the strain | 
| So much to gain so I can’t complain | 
| We’ll stake our claim our? | 
| in the name | 
| So take this game, let’s make this change | 
| So much pain we live through the strain | 
| So much to gain so I can’t complain | 
| So much pain it just won’t, go away |