| No more pain, I’m bout to overdose on it
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| I ain’t never had no good times, I put my dogs and my locs on it
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| Chain smoking, cigarettes back to back
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| Unless I was pillow fighting with the kids, I miss that
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| But it’s a different day and time, and I’m all alone
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| With nobody to call my own, different area codes popping up in my phone
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| Prolly just another hoochie, searching for some sex
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| It ain’t got nothing to do with me, it’s all about my checks
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| If it wasn’t for the music, you niggas wouldn’t give me dap
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| Wouldn’t give a fuck about how I’m doing, it’s all about a rap
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| Realizing I ain’t nothing, without paper and pen
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| So Lord forbid I get in a wreck like The D.O.C. |
| was in
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| Let me make my mama proud, and she could see me
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| Cause heaven ain’t too far away from the ghetto, but touching it ain’t easy
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| God, give me the victory and bring me out the rain
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| Give me something, to smile about and
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| (no more pain), somebody tell me what happiness is
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| Cause I’m sick, of living so low
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| (in my life), too many problems bottled up inside
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| I promise, I can’t take it no more
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| (no more pain), if there’s a brighter day let it come my way
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| Let me see, the sun shine
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| (in my life), cause I can’t tell if I’m coming or going out
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| Just wanna die sometime
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| First off, I gotta say that I’m thankful for Trae
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| If I ain’t never told you I love you, I’m telling you today
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| Cause you made me, keep my head on straight
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| When I was talking suicide, you made me keep my infrared on safe
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| Instead of me sleeping outside, you would open your home
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| And tend to your cousin, even though you had problems of your own
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| I appreciate you my nigga, it’s deeper than rap
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| Somebody else, would of wanted to see me fall off track
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| See I remember, when I couldn’t afford to get a wing dinner
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| Put my two dollars with yours, and we split a wing dinner
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| Doing bad, even though we had our albums selling
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| The distribution company was stacking, but they wasn’t telling us
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| Steady robbing us blind, with no money flowing
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| Then we got independent, and we could see our money growing
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| So maybe now, we could afford to give our people some change
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| Witnessing nothing but better days, and
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| Now when I say no more pain, let me explain
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| Cause God will certainly, fence to happy that can’t be changed
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| I use to cry when my friends died, but then I realized
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| I’m the one, who’s still facing hard times
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| I recall, fiending for my last breath
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| Cause I was struggling, and still ain’t got what I’m suppose to have yet
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| As far as these women, I’ve been through so many make-up's just to break up
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| I’d rather be all alone, when I wake up
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| No more pain, I’m not insane I’m just hurting
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| But I been looking for feel good’s, 27 years and still searching
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| If it ain’t one thang, it’s another
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| I’m living on memories, when I use to get along with my brother
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| Since I never been, too much of a man to cry
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| I shed tears, like it’s a nine to five
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| So to relieve, pressure from my brain
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| I try not to give a damn about anything, so I can feel |