Take My Pain

[Hook: Master P] Feel my pain, feel my pain This ghetto got me goin through some thangs God feel my pain. (x4) [Fiend talking] There comes a time, where uhhh, you have things of yourself, when you Lose someone, how you gonna take that feelin away? I got Sons of Funk An me Fiend, an my people, Master P an Silkk They ready to tell you how I feel, trapped, everyday life [Fiend] Everytime I open my eyes, I thank God for wakin this soldier Cuz in this cruel world its hard to walk these streets bein sober It hurts, tryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders Mom used to be babysitters buyin boulders It's all on me to really accept that I lost my brother An to be strong an just to go on since we shared the same mother Pillows an 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 yo life is already made, it's an accomplishment to pass "A" grade See they hate my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs Sellin they book of food stamps at night I light the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in Cuz I can't afford to lose another gender life But livin this bend you could lose it if it came today It rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away [Chorus-Sons of Funk] Tell me what we gonna do? The world ain't the same man The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2) [Hook x4] [Master P] UGHHH! Lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel to the grave Dear mama keep yo head up I'm tryin ta get paid These ghetto tears got me out there wantin to scream My auntie 35, but bumpin 17 off a dope fiend I live my whole life to stack some chips An it's a shame when yo own homie, sank yo ship An mama cryin......cuz church's be packed An all yo family an friends dressed in black An it's a shame, to see homies leave this earth Some say ball, til you fall, now it's ashes an dirt Sometimes, I feel like I'm trapped between heaven an hell In the ghetto's purgatory, wit fiends an crack sales [Chorus x2] [Hook x4] [Silkk The Shocker] You might catch me, walkin wit my head down In the pourin rain Tryin to find answers to questions, no one can seem to explain I coulda been born son of a king Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer Why my brother got shot, an my grandmother died of cancer Now through it all I tried to ball an keep it real They say they don't feel what I feel I guess cuz they don't live where I live See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died Didn't wanna see her cry But I seen her through the face of the mirror Wipin tears from her eyes An my next door neighbor committed suicide, was it cuz of stress An if it was, was it that bad that he had to choose death? [Chorus x2] [Hook x4] [Outro: Fiend] Sittin here tryin to take the pain away, see this one here This for all my ghetto fiends out there Fightin these street wars, to all my No Limit soldiers To everybody in the penitentary, I feel yo pain This ain't nuthin like bein free, tryin to take the pain away Rest in peace Kevin Bailey, Kevin Miller. Tryin to take the pain away, Fiend