| Young Felicia was only four when she learned how to ride a bike
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| Now she fourteen ridin’every Tom, Dick, and Mike
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| I tell her «that ain’t nice, why you livin’so trife»
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| She told me «MYOB, homie, you don’t know mw
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| (*"It's so much pain in my life"*) Her sister the same
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| Felecia claims she the one who hipped her to the game
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| She fucked Jermaine because Jermaine had a shiny chain
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| Now when she pee on the potty she feel a minor pain
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| And she noticed her vagina changing; |
| and not for the better
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| She see bumps and all kinds of things
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| The doctor suggested she take a HIV test, she said «Yes»
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| Now she waitin to rest, she so stressed
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| (*"So much pain in my life"*) And so say the bum on the corner
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| When I ask him why he bummin’for quarters
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| Was it him, or was it government order; |
| Said he thirsty
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| I offered him water, but he said he want somethin’stronger
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| He said (*"There's pain my life"*) Said he needs something to numb it Somethin’to burn a hole in his stomach
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| First I said «naw», but after talking to him; |
| It was clear
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| that his wife was his life and dope had murder the woman
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| (*"So much pain in my life"*) That bum used rum to keep
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| his feelings numb; |
| Felicia was out there killin’them
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| Her a fatherless daughter, him a daughterless father
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| She a nymhomaniac, he got his toughts in th bottle
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| Would it help for them to walk with a bible
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| They both say, «nah"the finf Religion as akward as I do
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| I could holla give a dollar but what more could I do Not much, they got fucked, it’s what we call survival
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| (*"So much pain in my life"*)
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| You feel this pain I’ve been havin'
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| Wouldn’t lead to much change
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| Cuz down here, not muched changed
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| Cause everbody wanna thug, mayn
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| (*"So much pain in my life"*)
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| If you knew the pain I sustained
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| Just from lettin’my gun bang
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| If you would pump your breaks young mayn
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| You’d jump in the other lane
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| (*"So much pain in my life"*) I know how it feel
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| I been in jail with none of my niggaz keepin’it real
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| No dough, no mail, it was «yo, go to hell»
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| Now they jealous cuz I’m hangin’out with Cocoa Chanel
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| Even though I got pain in my life I keep it discreet
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| I got a deal, I still sleep in the street
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| Y’all hustle to get the keys to a jeep; |
| til the judge
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| throw the book at you fuckers and tell you to read it and weep
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| (*"So much pain in my life"*) to let me not forget about Lendon
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| The preacher been feelin’on him for a minute
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| Told if he told his sould would be demented
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| Even if he made it to the gate he wouldn’t get in it
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| (*"It's pain in my life"*) Y’all niggaz use pain for a gimmick
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| But Lendon pain got pushed to the limit
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| Got em’layin on the sofa one night, his throat sliced
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| With a suicide not and a knife, what he write
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| (*"It's so much pain in my life"*) That he’s no longer wantin’to live it Breathin’is no longer important, forget it What he didn’t write is that he was molested since he was five
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| And would rather die before he was forced to admit it He said (*"It's pain in my life"*) this pain niggaz feel everyday
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| My middle finger wave high to the critics
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| I didn’t get it, so what? |
| Maybe I should just stay away
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| And let my man, Trey Songz and them hit it
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| — repeat 2X |