(Master P chorus)
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Feel my pain, feel my pain
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this ghetto got me goin through some thangs
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God feel my pain. (x4)
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(Fiend talking)
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There comes a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you
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lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away? I got Sons of Funk,
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an me Fiend, an my people, Master P an Silkk
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they ready to tell you how I feel, trapped, everyday life.
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Verse 1- (Fiend)
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Everytime I open my eyes, I thank God for wakin this soldier,
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cuz in this cruel world its hard to walk these streets bein sober,
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it hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders,
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mom used to be babysitters buyin boulders,
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it's all on me to really except that I lost my brother,
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an to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the same mother,
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pillows an covers can't smother the pain that I have,
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sometimes I feel like I lost my better half, so sad,
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but that's the way of the ghetto,
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see yo life is already made, it's an accomplishment to pass "A" grade,
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see they hate my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
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sellin they book of food stamps at night,
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I light the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in,
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cuz I can't afford to lose another gender life,
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but livin this bend you could lose it if it came today,
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it rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away.
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(Chorus-Sons of Funk)
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Tell me what we gonna do? The world ain't the same man,
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the way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
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(Master P chorus x4)
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Verse 2-(Master P)
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UGHHH! Lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel to the grave,
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dear mama keep yo head up I'm tryin ta get paid,
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these ghetto tears got me out there wantin to scream,
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my auntie 35, but bumpin 17 off a dope fiend,
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I live my whole life to stack some chips,
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an it's a shame when yo own homie, sank yo ship,
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an mama cryin......cuz church's be packed,
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an all yo family an friends dressed in black,
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an it's a shame, to see homies leave this earth,
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some say ball, til you fall, now it's ashes an dirt,
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sometimes, I feel like I'm trapped between heaven an hell,
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in the ghetto's ???tory, wit fiends an crack cells.
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(Chorus x2)
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(Master P chorus x4)
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Verse 3-(Silkk The Shocker)
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You might catch me, walkin wit my head down,
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in the pourin rain,
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tryin to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain,
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I coulda been born son of a king,
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instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
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dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
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why my brother got shot, an my grandmother died of cancer,
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now through it all I tried to ball an keep it real,
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they say they don't feel what I feel,
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I guess cuz they don't live where I live,
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see my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
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didn't wanna see her cry,
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but I seen her through the face of the mirror
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wipin tears from her eyes,
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an my next door neighbor committed suicide, was it cuz of stress,
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an if it was, was it that bad that he had to choose death?
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(chorus until song ends)
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(Master P chorus x4)
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(Fiend talking)
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Sittin here tryin to take the pain away, see this one here
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this for all my ghetto fiends out there
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fightin these street wars, to all my No Limit soldiers
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to everybody in the penitentary, I feel yo pain
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this ain't nuthin like bein free, tryin to take the pain away
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rest in peace
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Kevin Bailey, Kevin Miller. Tryin to take the pain away, Fiend
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Take My Pain
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