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Me Against The World

03 May 2017

Pain

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I couldn’t help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep; share it with me!

Tired of the strain and the pain..

They’ll never take me alive, I’m gettin’ high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin’ ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school, kickin’ up dust
But now I’m labeled as a troublemaker; who can you blame?
Smokin’ weed helped me take away the pain
So I’m hopeless rollin’ down the freeway swervin’, don’t worry
I’m about to crash up on the curb ‘cause my vision’s blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me; what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin’ family; what else could I do
But be a thug? Out slangin’ with the homies
Fuck hangin’ with them phonies in the club!
Got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide
My city’s full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain’t goin back to court, so fuck what you thought!
I’m drinkin’ Hennessey, runnin’ from my enemies
Will I live to be 23? There’s so much pain..

They got me mobbin’ like I’m loc’ed, ready to get my slug on
And I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin’ gloves on
I ain’t scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust – I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me
Bust – on motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck, ‘cause I ain’t looking when I’m blastin’
I’m a nut, and drinkin’ Hennessey and gettin’ high
On the lookout for my enemies, don’t wanna die
Tell me why, ‘cause this stress is gettin’ major
A buck 50 across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I’m dead and gone?
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep
I’m real they cannot see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin’ on the streets
And I’ll be ballin’, loc, don’t let ’em make you worry
Keep swingin’ at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta
Word to mother I’m trapped, I’m kickin’ dust up, ready to bust
I’m on the scene, steady muggin’ mean until they kill me
I’ll be livin this life, I know you feel me; there’s so much pain..

Ohhh…
Tired of the strain and the pain..



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