[Intro]
You hurt
She got you mushy
You mushy, you mashed potato
She got you like a wet napkin and you in your feelings
You hurt
The, the, the pain
Of giving
Grows deeper, grows deeper
Grows deeper, grows deeper
Grows deeper
So you come out your mama's womb shaped by her pain, but it's the pain that shapes us and then you go out into the world, life happens, you see horrific things, people do horrific things to you. Hurting people hurt people, sometimes even our parents call us out on our names, you know. So when we don't talk about the things that we have witnessed, the life transitions that have occurred, when we don't talk about it...
[Verse 1: Rapsody]
The, the, the pain
I fail to understand you nigga
Grew up with you niggas, you all grew up with each other
Why you shoot at niggas? You can't fight?
Throw a right? Duck a swing? What up with y'all?
Know you got some pain, but come on my nigga
What happened? He called you out your name?
A bitch, a fag or somethin'?
You ain't different from each other, why you even frontin' homie?
You ain't really 'bout that life
You don't wanna go to jail, you don't wanna lose your life
Real niggas don't kill brothers over a pair of Jays or Nikes
You hurt
She got you mushy
You mushy, you mashed potato
She got you like a wet napkin and you in your feelings
You hurt
The, the, the pain
Of giving
Grows deeper, grows deeper
Grows deeper, grows deeper
Grows deeper
So you come out your mama's womb shaped by her pain, but it's the pain that shapes us and then you go out into the world, life happens, you see horrific things, people do horrific things to you. Hurting people hurt people, sometimes even our parents call us out on our names, you know. So when we don't talk about the things that we have witnessed, the life transitions that have occurred, when we don't talk about it...
[Verse 1: Rapsody]
The, the, the pain
I fail to understand you nigga
Grew up with you niggas, you all grew up with each other
Why you shoot at niggas? You can't fight?
Throw a right? Duck a swing? What up with y'all?
Know you got some pain, but come on my nigga
What happened? He called you out your name?
A bitch, a fag or somethin'?
You ain't different from each other, why you even frontin' homie?
You ain't really 'bout that life
You don't wanna go to jail, you don't wanna lose your life
Real niggas don't kill brothers over a pair of Jays or Nikes
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