[Intro: Master P & Fiend]
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me going through a thang
God feel my pain
(x4)
There comes a time, where, you have to think to yourself, when you lose someone, how you gonna take that pain away?
I got Sons Of Funk, with me, Fiend, and my people Master P and Silkk
They ready to tell you how I feel, trapped, everyday life
[Verse 1: Fiend]
Everytime I open my eyes, I thank God for waking this soldier
Cus in this cruel world, it's hard to walk these streets being sober
It hurts, trying to get over all the weight on my shoulders
Mine used to be babysitters, buying boulders
It's all on me to really accept that I lost my brother
And be strong and just to 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 8th grade
See here, they hate my city, giving us the pushers and tramps for our highs
Selling them buku food stamps at night
I lit the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in
Cus I can't afford to lose another kin
The life of living is thin, you could lose it if it came today
Rained away, you'd be wondering how to take the pain away
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me going through a thang
God feel my pain
(x4)
There comes a time, where, you have to think to yourself, when you lose someone, how you gonna take that pain away?
I got Sons Of Funk, with me, Fiend, and my people Master P and Silkk
They ready to tell you how I feel, trapped, everyday life
[Verse 1: Fiend]
Everytime I open my eyes, I thank God for waking this soldier
Cus in this cruel world, it's hard to walk these streets being sober
It hurts, trying to get over all the weight on my shoulders
Mine used to be babysitters, buying boulders
It's all on me to really accept that I lost my brother
And be strong and just to 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 8th grade
See here, they hate my city, giving us the pushers and tramps for our highs
Selling them buku food stamps at night
I lit the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in
Cus I can't afford to lose another kin
The life of living is thin, you could lose it if it came today
Rained away, you'd be wondering how to take the pain away
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