Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain, artist - Diamond D. Album song The Diam Piece Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.04.2015
Record label: Dymond Mine
Song language: English
Pain |
Brothers, brothers we all in pain |
The man of God, he got his bible but he’s in pain |
The muslim, he got his Quoran… he’s in pain |
I was born in the middle of the darkness |
Where the hopeless turned heartless |
So i wrote this, consider this God’s gift |
A shining light, overcome the hardships |
Lucky for the chance to do my dance |
Big L in amsterdam, fell in love in France |
Lovers in Japan, catch me if you can |
A world tour with Diamond my man |
See me on the ???, spread hope to every man |
Related to the struggle, it’s a jungle |
Sometimes it make me wonder about the violence and the hunger |
So I speak about the blunders, try to teach the younger |
Dancing in the rain, motivated by the thunder |
I’m designed to hear tear drops and repeat it when the snares chopped |
All of us are in pain and do you know brother |
When you’re in pain, your brain release hormones that actually can deaden pain |
I’m feeling sentimental over this monumental instrumental |
Hoping that I don’t offend you with my murder menu |
I’m spitting afflicted non-fiction in the venue |
Any likeness to person living or dead or coincidental |
You don’t have to be a higher scholared Psychologist |
To realize they’ve replaced good journalists with gossip columnist |
I stay high surrounded by more greenery than botanists |
I ain’t after fame, tell a friend to tell a friend |
I’m after words like the end of the end |
They try to stop me every way that they can |
But lyric fans try to tell em Chino’s pen when did it kill again |
For years, hated myself, duct taped my mouth |
It’s weird, cried so much, my tear ducts dried out |
Aristotle be startled to find out which part of my heart is gone |
So many sacrificed a lot so we can ride on this art form |
But as long as you as a man lay down it |
And dream of your greatness but you are never able to manifest how great you are |
Hip-Hop saved my life from a childhood that was violent |
Chianardo DiCaprio escaping out of Shutter Island |
My right that Poseidon that landed me in the insane asylum |
Deciding whether I should rhyme about it or to keep it private |
Sometimes I find it hard to breath like Colorado’s climate |
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but that it could rather be real hydroponic |
Lyric Jesus sick of the violent vomit |
If I am a Wordsmith on the front line while ya’ll just stand behind it |
We ??? |
compared to churches' conscious controversies |
My words clutch your heart like when white racist women clutching their purses |
When I retire will rap forget me, kinda like a 60's hippie |
Or beg me to come back like Prince and darling, Nicky |
We never seen A. G and Finesse freestyle |
Wishing that could be me up there but I was just a juvenile |
In time I’d become what I’d die for |
Even the pope can give up his religion but I can’t let hip hop go |
The pain being non productive makes you seek pleasure which keeps you |
non-productive |
Look at it, look at it brothers… each one of you is in pain |
We in pain brother, we live with constant pain |
Nobody knows our pain but God and us |
And you know deep down inside you |
Are as great as any man of greatness that you’ve heard about |
Read about or seen in real life |
You know you are as great as any one on them… possibly greater |