The Pain
Waking up thinking about pesos
Run in circles like a race horse
Every day a new rail road
But the trains slow heavy payload
Making moves hoping not to lose
But confused cuz everything's viral
Everything used to pyro
Now everything seems to be borrowed
Nobody really wants to say
What they think just to go and elevate
Their place in your mind it's a game
It's a game that I fail every day
Cuz for me it's kind of lame
When the real act fake
Just to feel like they got a chance
Put their fate in the wrong hands damn
No courage you don't need that
Too concerned about the feedback
Whatever you are just be that
So don't follow no leader
Cuz there was a time when even I
Didn't realize wasn't qualified
Wasn't clear with the thoughts in my head
Didn't know I was caught in the web
But eventually I got focused got followers like the pope does
So when the day comes and when we perform they swarm like locusts
But I think it's taken me too long
I only learn when I do wrong
Fire for holy communion
Is that what the fuck you want
Oh no
I don't think it's worth the pain
I don't think I can maintain
I can't see how things will change
I don't think they're listening anyway
I don't think it's worth the pain
I don't think I can maintain
I can't see how things will change
I don't think they're listening anyway
I don't think it's worth the pain
Everybody seems to self censor
Lost their identity pretenders
Point them out they turn defensive
See what this social experiment did
Now everybody's on the same page
So it no surprise we're running out of space
And every day I see the same thing
New trends and they follow like sheep
Last of a dying breed and I know that I'm running out of time
Opinionated get medicated
Now make sure that I fall in line
Hey who am I
Middle finger pointed at the sky
Never mind I'm hard to define
Hope you find a piece of me in my rhymes hey
With all these pieces I've given them
Nothings left for my woman and
My family get a hollow man
Ain't no motherfucking medicine that can cure this
Doc prescribed me more real music
But it's so hard to find
When you live against the grind
If music for the youth does that make me a pedophile
Fuck all that shit
Looks like That bus already passed
The old cant run fast but eventually
Even that bus is gonna run out of gas
Oh no
I don't think it's worth the pain
I don't think I can maintain
I can't see how things will change
I don't think they're listening anyway
I don't think it's worth the pain
I don't think I can maintain
I can't see how things will change
I don't think they're listening anyway
Run in circles like a race horse
Every day a new rail road
But the trains slow heavy payload
Making moves hoping not to lose
But confused cuz everything's viral
Everything used to pyro
Now everything seems to be borrowed
Nobody really wants to say
What they think just to go and elevate
Their place in your mind it's a game
It's a game that I fail every day
Cuz for me it's kind of lame
When the real act fake
Just to feel like they got a chance
Put their fate in the wrong hands damn
No courage you don't need that
Too concerned about the feedback
Whatever you are just be that
So don't follow no leader
Cuz there was a time when even I
Didn't realize wasn't qualified
Wasn't clear with the thoughts in my head
Didn't know I was caught in the web
But eventually I got focused got followers like the pope does
So when the day comes and when we perform they swarm like locusts
But I think it's taken me too long
I only learn when I do wrong
Fire for holy communion
Is that what the fuck you want
Oh no
I don't think it's worth the pain
I don't think I can maintain
I can't see how things will change
I don't think they're listening anyway
I don't think it's worth the pain
I don't think I can maintain
I can't see how things will change
I don't think they're listening anyway
I don't think it's worth the pain
Everybody seems to self censor
Lost their identity pretenders
Point them out they turn defensive
See what this social experiment did
Now everybody's on the same page
So it no surprise we're running out of space
And every day I see the same thing
New trends and they follow like sheep
Last of a dying breed and I know that I'm running out of time
Opinionated get medicated
Now make sure that I fall in line
Hey who am I
Middle finger pointed at the sky
Never mind I'm hard to define
Hope you find a piece of me in my rhymes hey
With all these pieces I've given them
Nothings left for my woman and
My family get a hollow man
Ain't no motherfucking medicine that can cure this
Doc prescribed me more real music
But it's so hard to find
When you live against the grind
If music for the youth does that make me a pedophile
Fuck all that shit
Looks like That bus already passed
The old cant run fast but eventually
Even that bus is gonna run out of gas
Oh no
I don't think it's worth the pain
I don't think I can maintain
I can't see how things will change
I don't think they're listening anyway
I don't think it's worth the pain
I don't think I can maintain
I can't see how things will change
I don't think they're listening anyway
Credits
Writer(s): Edmond Kasparian
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