Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 04.06.2001
Song language: English
Pain |
| Pain, my middle name |
| Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can’t maintain |
| Pain, my middle name |
| Lord please have mercy on my |
| I haven’t smoked a sherm in 27 days |
| When I’m under pressure, I feel it’s necessary to blaze |
| Looking at my life as if I wasn’t here, why the fuck that picture be so clear |
| Since my nigga died, I done slowed down on drank |
| But I’m right back heavy on beer |
| Stained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with murders |
| Fiending for heaven but I wonder, if I’m worthy |
| Please God forgive your servant, and your man child |
| But the fact that he got Jordans, and a nigga like me Grow po’wings was bullshit, so I ran wild |
| Wasn’t I good enough, to get some shit like that |
| It was only a grade, you know I didn’t deserve to get hit like that |
| My life my life, falls under the wicked and shife |
| I gotta pay my rent, therefor my partnas might be targets tonight |
| Even though I’m grown fucked up childhood, keep fucking my dome |
| Fuck around and front, like I’m gon |
| Buy your work, and straight leave on your song |
| If a nigga take me out it’s all good, cause I’ve been fiending to leave |
| My life is fucked up, and I’m tired of having to drink to a G Pain, my middle name |
| I must learn to live again, but existing in such a strain |
| Pain, my middle name |
| Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can’t maintain |
| Now I done had pistols to my head befo' |
| Woke up with a dead body, in a bed befo' |
| Don’t ask me why, only talk to Z-Ro |
| I’m noid, never trust friends they don’t love us They front like they your homies, but they bury motherfuckers |
| Dog I’m going through it daily, fiending for a killa to take me out |
| What am I living for, nothing but a record label huh break me out |
| I’m so sick and tired Lord knows, I’m sick and tired of this pain |
| But steady keeping the world, I’m no preaching through the rap game |
| The most evilest niggas nightmares, of my fondest dream |
| Cause death rules everything around me and the cream, is a cup of lean |
| Having a case of flashbacks, of the good time |
| But then I remember, it wasn’t no good time |
| Just poverty stricken, and kicking it in the hood time |
| 24 and I still can’t think, from Guerilla Maab to Point Blank |
| To Big Moe to Z-Ro, and still no bank |
| I gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game |
| Cause the more I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain |
| Dorothy Marie or mama, I’ve been stressed, learning to live |
| A life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my quest |
| I’d like to find the meaning of sick and tired |
| Plus I can’t determine between a bitch and right |
| Even my friends are fake, that’s why I’m quick to ride |
| I’m the shit bitch, I know you smell the odor |
| Them other two niggas ain’t bitches, and it’s had a chip on my shoulder |
| I love my cousin and my brother mayn, but see it ain’t nothing but drama |
| When you live in a slum, across the street from the gutter mayn |
| I’m 'pose to be a rap star, dig these blues a nigga ain’t |
| Seen the states in two months, I’m in the kitchen as a crack star |
| What a wonderful way, to spend my fucking album release |
| A promotional show, and I must get do’nigga I got ounces to cheese |
| Ounces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G’s |
| Plus my own shit the T.V. in the living room, is Mexican D’s |
| Gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game |
| More I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain |