The Pain

I feel so blue, and I feel heart broken
What am I living for, my baby
Yeah yeah, come on baby, baby
Yeah yeah, come on baby, baby
Got one shot, that's all it is
It's just a taste of where I bust it, babe (yeah yeah, come on baby, baby)

Yo, one shot in the air, for those that's not scared
To raise they own, in basements stay blown
So much stress, I'mma just up and get a vest
Aim best, hit your rest like a meteorite

Till the media strike and reporters go home
I don't know, maybe it's just me, maybe I'm no good
Go back home, throw on a hood
And get it like they get it, but see we got a problem

I ain't got no conscience, and I ain't got no problems
Laying niggas down like carpet
Bitches come around like my thirty-eight revolvers
Acting like they all, and my queen don't know me

Pressure stay deep like an ocean reef
Had the hopes to be, over east, on some ivories
Apartment luxuries, run with me
Through fields of terror, concrete barrier

That's how I feel, that's how I sleep under the moon
Shit is real, pressure bust pipes
Doc's talking 'bout blood pressure's up high
Next thing I know, the feds at the door

For a robbery that happened back in 2000
Looking at fourteen years in jail housing
And I ain't heard shit since, but damn a nigga tense
Everytime I pick up the phone, I think it clicks

Paranoid skits, how the fuck am I sane, how is life like this
But I passed that stage like a masquerade
And I'm still here, pour beer on an average day

Now he smoke weed and he never got a strategy
Snakes don't rattle me, I'll put you out my misery
Exquisitely, I hit the trees for my ancestors
Life is a gun fight, test a man's essence

July black, where June at
My right-hand man must have slid through the cracks
I miss you dog, but for real, you wrong
I guess every man feel like he gotta move on

It's hard as hell, I need a mill' in the bank
For that I need my willing to shank, plus a shell in the tank
My girl's late, and she don't act right, either
For that I hit the sinsemilla like a heavy lifter

For my door to yours, it's long distance
Modern day peasants, life is restless
And they don't understand, till I got a gun in hand
On some, yo nigga, run it like Cunningham

Chips on my shoulders, turn to broken bones
Slips by a soldier, turn to broken homes
By way of open tombs and last rites
Last night, glass pipes reflect from a head lights

In a zoo of dead life, for bread, even the birds fight
Feel like I'm living third strike
And I realized that I was a man
When the headline read 19-year-old man dead
Rest for Shawn, peace to my first born
Heart torn, bleed, purple wars on
It's raining cash and we not getting poured on

You don't know, the pain
That's raining in my heart
You don't know, the pain
That's raining in my heart
Let the sun down by you, knocking
Knocking on my front door, hurry now
Yeah yeah, come on baby, baby
Yeah yeah, come on baby, baby