Testo Take My Pain - Edited; Feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker and Sons Of Funk - Fiend feat. Sons Of Funk, Master P & Silkk The Shocker
Testo della canzone Take My Pain - Edited; Feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker and Sons Of Funk (Fiend feat. Sons Of Funk, Master P & Silkk The Shocker), tratta dall'album No Limit Greatest Hits
Every time I open my eyes, I thank God for waking this soldier
Cause in this cruel world, it's hard to walk these streets being sober
It hurts, tryin' to get over all the weight on my shoulders
Ma used to be babysitters buying boulders
It's all on me to really accept that I lost my brother
And be strong and just go on since we share the same mother
Pillows and covers can't smother the pain that I have
Sometimes I feel like I lost my better half
So sad, but that's the way of the ghetto
See your life is ready made
It's an accomplishment to pass eighth grade
See hey, they in my city, giving us the pushes and tramps
For a high selling they book of food stamps
At night, I light the porch lamp until my lil' cousin came in
Cause I can't afford to lose another kin
The life we living is thin, you can lose it if it came today
Reigned away, you'll be wonderin' how to take the pain away
Tell me what we gonna do
The world ain't the same, yeah
The way we live is a shame
I can't hide this pain
Tell me what we gonna do
The world ain't the same, yeah
The way we live is a shame
I can't hide this pain
The world ain't the same, from the cradle to the grave
Dear momma, keep your head up, I'm tryin' to get paid
These ghetto tears got me out here, wantin' to scream
I ain't T-35, I bump with seventeen year old dope fiends
I live my whole life to stack some chips
And it's a shame when your own homie sank your ship
And momma cryin', cause churches be packed
And all your family and friends dressed in black
And it's sad to see my homies leave this earth
Some say ball 'til you fall, now it's ashes and dirt
Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped between heaven and hell
In the ghetto's purgatory, with fiends and crack sales
Tell me what we gonna do
The world ain't the same, yeah
The way we live is a shame
I can't hide this pain
Tell me what we gonna do
The world ain't the same, yeah
The way we live is a shame
I can't hide this pain
You might catch me walkin' my head down, in a pourin' rain
Tryin' to find answers to questions nobody can seem to explain
I could've been born son of a king
Instead I was born son of a killer, surrounded by dealers and fiends
Then God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer
Why my brother got shot, and my grandmother died of cancer
Now through it all, I try to ball and keep it real
They say they don't feel what I feel
I guess cause they don't live where I live
Now see my mom try to be strong when my brother died
Didn't want to see her cry, but I seen
It through the face in the mirror
Wiping tears from my eyes
And my next door neighbor committed suicide
Was it cause of stress, and if it was, was it that bad
That he would choose death?
Tell me what we gonna do
The world ain't the same, yeah
The way we live is a shame
I can't hide this pain
Tell me what we gonna do
The world ain't the same, yeah
The way we live is a shame
I can't hide this pain
Let's sit here and try to take the pain away
See this one here is for all my ghetto people
Out there, fighting these street wars
To all my No Limit Soldiers
And to everybody in the ghetto
I feel your pain, cause ain't nothin' like being free
Tryin' to take the pain away
Rest in peace, Kevin Bailey and Kevin Miller
Tryin' to take the pain away
Fiend
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Jones, Percy Miller, Desmond Mapp, Vyshonn King Miller
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