| Can you feel my pain
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| I had a bad life
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| Got so much pain, I gotta ask twice
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| The road’s scary like there’s black ice
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| My uncle got married to a crack pipe
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| Is you aunt white?
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| I said no mane
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| He just feels the ash pipe from the cocaine
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| This ain’t the fast life, it’s the slow lane
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| My cousin got caught bootlegging Soul Plane
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| I got in trouble for bumping Cold Vein
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| Only hood shit, what a cold game
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| But that’s old pain, I got new troubles
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| I’ve been punching the wall, look at my bruised knuckles
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| Saw a fine girl, we’d make a cute couple
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| I tried talking to her, but I was too subtle
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| Then the bouncer showed me out the club
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| But I need somebody to show me how to love
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| I know we seem invincible
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| And super cool and all unaffected but--
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| (Niggas hurt too)
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| I know we’re on TV
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| We’re all smiley and shit, but you gotta know--
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| (Niggas hurt too)
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| Maybe you ain’t never been hurt like this
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| But if you’ve ever been hurt and shit
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| Let me hear you say Owwwww (Owwwww)
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| Say Ow Ow (Ow Ow)
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| When I kick it with the white homies
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| They drop N-bombs when we high on weed
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| It hurts but I’m shinin' on
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| Don’t want that negative nigga stereotype on me
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| Cause people say stupid things
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| Trying to act like black ain’t human being
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| Not unless he rapping and shooting sprees
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| But that’s cool with me
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| More showbiz loot for me
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| (Owwww)
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| But I ain’t angry, I’m passionate
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| Cause ya’ll so entertained by my bastardness
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| I can claim I’m an African
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| But my last name is the same as a white slave master’s is
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| (Johnson)
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| You might feel like you don’t belong
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| Cause you like blunts not smoking bongs
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| When a nigga pass you a J, you look at him strange
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| Still woulda hit the shit anyway |