[Hook]
Oh, the pain won’t stop (the pain don’t stop)
Almost like it’s got a hold on me (on me)
Shackles and cuffs
I can be no more than a slave
And still the pain won’t stop
Like my demons got control of me
Won’t take me alive
I guess someone’s gonna see the grave
[Interlude]
And it won't be me, and it can’t be me
And it won’t be me, I won’t let it be me
And it won’t be me, and it can’t be me
And it won’t be me, I won’t let it be me
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I’m starin' at the pain in the mirror – or is it a facsimile?
Question hurts more than the fact that it resembles me
Thought I left 'em all in the past, I mean essentially
So when we side by side I just act like it’s all a memory
And then I got a whole market of fans
With no clue what I speak of, but some of y'all understand
If you knew about my woes you wouldn’t target the man
And if you did it’d be about more than a marketing plan
I got a heart that’s ice cold, I’ve been tryin' to melt
It's talent, honest to y'all all while lyin' to myself
Seem like I do the most damage all when tryin' to help
And no one asked for it, I decided myself
You think the road a nigga traveled
Has been long enough for y'all to see the winner in him?
Don’t know if I’m fightin' my demons or goin' to dinner with em
I sit across from that table just lookin' brave and tough
But it’s only right they get the check, figured that I paid enough
Oh, the pain won’t stop (the pain don’t stop)
Almost like it’s got a hold on me (on me)
Shackles and cuffs
I can be no more than a slave
And still the pain won’t stop
Like my demons got control of me
Won’t take me alive
I guess someone’s gonna see the grave
[Interlude]
And it won't be me, and it can’t be me
And it won’t be me, I won’t let it be me
And it won’t be me, and it can’t be me
And it won’t be me, I won’t let it be me
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I’m starin' at the pain in the mirror – or is it a facsimile?
Question hurts more than the fact that it resembles me
Thought I left 'em all in the past, I mean essentially
So when we side by side I just act like it’s all a memory
And then I got a whole market of fans
With no clue what I speak of, but some of y'all understand
If you knew about my woes you wouldn’t target the man
And if you did it’d be about more than a marketing plan
I got a heart that’s ice cold, I’ve been tryin' to melt
It's talent, honest to y'all all while lyin' to myself
Seem like I do the most damage all when tryin' to help
And no one asked for it, I decided myself
You think the road a nigga traveled
Has been long enough for y'all to see the winner in him?
Don’t know if I’m fightin' my demons or goin' to dinner with em
I sit across from that table just lookin' brave and tough
But it’s only right they get the check, figured that I paid enough
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