Pain
• Written by C-Pain
From working through rain and pain
Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine
Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again
Who will feel me and my pain
Well rick james, maury jane
Inflicting god stopping pain/
Can we understand that pain,
I wish i’ll never see you again
Looking out te window pain
You just tryin' to run game
Searching for fortune and fame
Cause the streets leave you in pain
Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne
Increase the level of pain,
So much to say a scrabble game
I do it to cover up my pain
For me it's all that matters i harm cunts with slashes
I am olubowale, the answer to this
My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year
Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,
You don't have to be 'bad' to cause harm to others.
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john
Judged must be insane to wanna self harm
My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom
And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?
Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs
Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise
Probably modestly, spitting bodily harm on a beat
The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat
Cause if that happens i'll have to decompress them before they get put into a cardiac arrest,
Speaking of chest,i got a knive that could breach in your vest right after your preaching your best
Does our ancestors rift mean we can't coexist
A complete stranger added me to her prayer list
A whole new creation of hidden lies up in the area 51 station
They're puttin us in separation, like a dictated nation,
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C-Pain
Member since October 26 2017