Pain

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I don't think there is such a thing as a good war

There are sometimes necessary wars

It was something that had to be done

The real war involves getting down there and killing people

And being killed yourself or just barely escaping

It gives you attitudes about God, life and death

That are unattainable anywhere else

I'm not sure I can speak about why human beings in general go to war

I think that's a large category, they go to war because it's impossible not to

Being shot, you saw them fall, because these things you saw

And the fact that this is for real...

Unh! Unh! Unh! Yo, yo!

Waking up, cold in my eyes, two phillies ready rolled on the dresser

My chick hatin', I won't stress her,

Probably get her mad and pay attention much lesser

Hit the closet up, brush my teeth and get fresher

These things real you can bring your diamond tester

I see through your glass my dude, like Large Professor

My nigga died that night, lampin on the park bench

I'm kinda hurt, I ain't been back to the park since

See I'm a G holla, high like comets

And I ain't with the shit, I despise all the garments

Demise what you garbage, your whole team is green littered

Which means your target's not safe in the markets

I inherit niggaz beef quite frequently, that's why they call me Warrior N.O.R.E.

When they speak of me, Gangsta, Monster Kody, parolee

I'm on my Din, Hakeem, Allahu Akbar

Swing big swords, cut in half a cop car

My nigga Truth rock stock rims Magnum

Fuck them groupie hoes cause we been done had them

Bust nuts off, lower they facial

I'm a Geto Boy like Bushwick and Face

And I always had a record, I was born with a case

I feel pain

Been through it all in my life

I done watched close niggaz to me die by the gun and the knife

(I feel pain)

This for niggaz on they own or locked up on the phone

And they never comin home, y'know? (I feel pain)

Look what happened to Haiti it's all crazy

Everynight I go to sleep and kiss my baby

(I feel pain)

Everyday the same story, war hustle, territory

We just try'na see the glory, y'know?

Ayo it's fucked up my nigga Black Box died on christmas eve

My other homie on his birthday

Now we on the block thinkin revenge, not hearin what his Earth say

Lookin at his seed make me want it in the worst way

Besides that my other nigga got cancer and just found out that his wife is a dancer

So many questions all I need is an answer

I done did so much dirt ain't no room in the hamper, check it

I got scars on top of scars, William Wallace renegade,

Most of you niggaz sweeter than lemonade

We bloody up your garments, nigga this is phonics

I ain't speakin in ebonics take my words as a promise

Get Obama on the line tell him raise the threat level

We the last real niggaz standin when the dust settle

When it's war dunn, the beef never stops

It comes right back around like the hands on a watch

Army fatigue, fox, 40 below Timbs

501 Denims, coca sales with no lens

Just to see the snakes clear cause I ain't got no friends

Only my brother from another mother we goes in

My gun' the alarm, bullets fatter than Big Mama

To deal with' the pain I smoke scamah (I feel pain)