Pain

Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my...

[Z-Ro:]
I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 days
When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze
Lookin' at my life as if I wasn't here. Why the fuck that picture be so clear?
Since my nigga died, I done slowed down on drank
But I'm right back heavy on beer
Stained finger tips & lips 'cause smokin' come with murders
Fiendin' for Heaven but I wonder if I'm worthy
Please God forgive your servant & your man child
But the fact that he got Jordan's & a nigga like me
Grow po' wings was bullshit, so I ran wild.
Wasn't I good enough to get some shit like that?
It was only a grade, you know I didn't deserve to get hit like that
My life my life, falls under the wicked & shife
I gotta pay my rent, therefore my partners might be targets tonight
Even though I'm grown fucked up childhood, keep fuckin' my dome
Fuck around & front, like I'm gon' buy your work & straight leave on your song
If a nigga take me out it's all good 'cause I've been fiendin' to leave
My life is fucked up & I'm tired of havin' to drink to a G.

[Chorus:]
Pain, my middle name
I must learn to live again, but existin' in such a strain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain.

[Z-Ro:]
Now I done had pistols to my head before
Woke up with a dead body in a bed before
Don't ask me why only talk to Z-Ro
I'm noid, never trust friends they don't love us
They front like they your homies, but they bury muthafuckers
Dog I'm goin' through it daily, fiendin' for a killer to take me out.
What am I livin' for? Nothin' but a record label, huh? Break me out
I'm so sick & tired Lord knows, I'm sick & tired of this Pain
But steady keepin' the world, I'm no preachin' through the rap game
The most evilest niggas nightmares of my fondest dream
'Cause death rules everything around me & the cream is a cup of lean
Havin' a case of flashbacks of the good time
But then I remember, it wasn't no good time
Just poverty stricken & kickin' it in the hood time
24 & I still can't think, from Gorilla Maab to Point Blank
To Big Moe to Z-Ro & still no bank
I gotta be payin' dues for my niggas that lost they life in the game
'Cause the more I struggle for happyness, nothin' but Pain.

[Chorus:]
Pain, my middle name
I must learn to live again, but existin' in such a strain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain.

[Z-Ro:]
Now Dorothy Marie or dear mama, I've been stressed
Learnin' to live a life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my quest
I'd like to find the meanin' of sick & tired
Plus I can't determine between a bitch & right
Even my friends are fake, that's why I'm quick to ride
I'm the shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
Them other 2 niggas ain't bitches & it's had a chip on my shoulder
I love my cousin & my brother mayne, but see it ain't nothin' but drama
When you live in a slum across the street from the gutter mayne
I'm supposed to be a rap star, dig these blues
A nigga ain't seen the states in 2 months, I'm in the kitchen as a crack star
What a wonderful way to spend my fuckin' album release
A promotional show & I must get dough nigga I got ounces to cheese
Ounces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G's
Plus my own shit the T.V. in the livin' room is Mexican D's
Gotta be payin' dues for my niggas that lost they life in the game
More I struggle for happyness, nothin' but Pain.

[Chorus:]
Pain, my middle name
I must learn to live again, but existin' in such a strain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain.

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