| In the bowels of life, the only thing we’re promised is death…
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| What do you use to kill the pain?
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| Rappin' was something that I did when I was younger, it wasn’t about the money,
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| it was all about the hunger. |
| Now I’m writing while this rap game slumbers,
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| knowing if I didn’t then my pain would take me under
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| Lookin' back on everything that I’ve lostI wonder if the lesson was worth the
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| cost. |
| But from here until we make it to the Boss… what’s your Pain Pill?
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| Jesus Christ, how could I understand a lesson taught to a boy that was meant
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| for a man? |
| All my life I had to stand between purpose and doubt,
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| but what’s the point of God’s plan if I can’t figure it out? |
| A young boy with
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| a machete, hiding in the halls, hearing screams through the windows,
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| bullets bouncing off the walls… As a child in the slaughter it ain’t about
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| balls, it’s about accepting death the moment that death calls. |
| I remember when
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| my daddy looked me in my eyes, and said «Son I want you to know that tonight
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| you’re gonna die, but you fight for your family and life is all that you lose…
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| and you kill as many of these rebel soldiers before you do…» Too young to
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| grasp the meaning of death, but old enough to grasp that killing was all we had
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| left. |
| So you accept the bloodshed in circumstances, and turn a blind eye to
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| conscience while Lucifer dances. |
| This lesson I learned came with a price…
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| growing up believing that death was just a way of life. |
| And to this day I feel
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| the thunder but I never see the rain… I made it out my family’s slaughter to
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| end up dying in my pain
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| Lookin' back on everything that I’ve lost, I wonder if the lesson was worth the
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| cost. |
| But from here until we make it to the Boss… what’s your Pain Pill?
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| Ain’t nothing sweeter than a finger of that Afgoo, to roll up my pain and blow
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| it to my rearview. |
| Cuz dwelling on it multiplies the anger so until I’m gone
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| I’ll be known for rolling Gorilla Fangaz! |
| Kill it all! |
| When I got that call
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| from Khujo Goodie, told me that my n*** P-Nut was shot, dropped and bloodied.
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| 3 birds to the chest but just one bird shy, to survive the fire…
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| it took him 3 days to die. |
| Now I hate myself, for 3 days I cried.
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| I gave him dap the night before but never said goodbye… Then 3 days later
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| once I’ve dried my eyes, I hear my cousin was tortured for 3 days and burnt
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| alive. |
| I was petrified! |
| With one thing to decide… whether or not when I kill
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| these b*** es I cut out their eyes. |
| So as I’m walkin' out the door in a rage of
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| revenge, I realize I’m gambling the lives of my 3 kids. |
| So listen for wisdom,
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| here’s the lesson. |
| Everything comes in 3s, even the blessings. |
| So if it took
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| Jesus 3 days to rise from the dead, then here’s my Pain Pill… 3 Gorilla
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| Fangaz to the head!!!
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| Lookin' back on everything that I’ve lost, I wonder if the lesson was worth the
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| cost. |
| But from here until we make it to the Boss… what’s your Pain Pill?
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| I find I’m lost inside this pain from all this death I’ve seen. |
| And I don’t
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| know what it takes to make this suffering leave, until I hear the Boss saying
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| drop your pain on me. |
| But here I go again, seeking out a substance to take away
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| my pain… I notice… I notice that it don’t do a thang. |
| I don’t mean to be
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| hurtin', I don’t need to be burdened. |
| If death is all that’s certain then I can
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| live by Faith. |
| Jehovah, Father… I lay my pain at your feet
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| Lookin' back on everything that I’ve lost, I wonder if the lesson was worth the
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| cost. |
| But from here until we make it to the Boss… what’s your Pain Pill? |