The Hurt

[Verse 1: Johaz] Yeah, I make a tripping off this rap dream Trying to raise a little money to stack cream In a world about as devilish as [?] Some say my heart sound like cole like I'm Nat King Another black [?], shorty barely grown Papa off the hook, mama barely home In a search for the love she was rarely shown In search for the fun she has rarely known So the street she roams, in and out of clubs She want a happy home off this [?] He wanna beat her down, she just wanna hug Nobody ever listens to her so she speaks to drugs Now she sleeps with bums, feeding the crack pipe On the ground, finding rocks with a flashlight Ah, fucking off her face in a glass Don't hide behind the pain, baby, take off your mask [Hook: Exile] But ya'll don't wanna give in to my true love You fein for the hurt but all you need is my true love, true love But you don't wanna give in to my true love You fein for the hurt but all you need is my true love, true love [Verse 2: Johaz] Yea, meet Brad, suit and tie executive You passed the united church, Methodist In the war room, delivering all the messages He's God's gift to the earth, he's like heaven-sent High intelligence to the smaller minds Specialize in directed white collar crimes The main God in this life is the dollar sign Big corporations in the hood just to swallow lives They say economize, I say it ain't fair There's death in the streets, they say that ain't there Don't make enough for insurance or the daycare But by the look in his face I know he ain't care They tell me say a prayer, but why he ain't listen? That's why I pray to God, never to religion Burying his face in the cash You can't hide behind the pain, homie, take off your mask [Hook: Exile]