| There’s no food on the table, all the furniture is sold
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| They’ve given away their pride, now they tryin' to sell their souls
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| Family pain, family pain, family pain, family pain
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| They’re all goin' out together smokin' crack and dealin' cocaine
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| Little sister is lost, smoked out her mind
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| Mama can’t advise her, she has to throw down herself sometimes
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| Family pain, family pain, family pain, family pain
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| They’re all goin' out together smokin' crack and dealin' cocaine
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| Daddy’s scratchin' his head 'cause he can’t understand
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| How ten dollars and a tube of glass can tear down a damn good man
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| Family pain, family pain, family pain, family pain
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| They’re all goin' out together smokin' crack and dealin' cocaine
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| Let me hear the thang
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| They live in a make-believe world, all their hopes in a shiny pack
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| All they want to do is stay high, what kind of life is that?
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| Family pain, family pain, family pain, family pain
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| All goin' out together smokin' crack and dealin' cocaine
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| Now that ain’t no life
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| That ain’t goin' nowhere
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| I mean, everybody’s caught up except daddy
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| And won’t be long before he’ll be called out to God
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| He wants to keep on, but that’s the way it always happens
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| The bad one always drag in the good ones before the good one manages to get the
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| bad ones together
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| Family pain, family pain
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| Family pain, family pain
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| Family pain, family pain
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| Family pain, family pain |