Pain

[Verse 1 - Blueprint] I don’t let the drums dictate the way what I spit/lay Or if the rhythm of it’s what makes it great I listen to it, then when I hit play My mind drifts into a place 50 years away I see what would’ve been, if I let the pen lay: The old me got so many things to say But nobody listens ’cause his beard is grey So he tells me to get back here and seize the day! See… I don’t need peace & quiet I really don’t like it, it really ain’t the way Cool concept, but hardly inspiring When peace is the only thing you see every day Now I don’t think we need riots Or all types of violence, for things to be okay But in terms of environment, we need something to fight against ’cause most great art can’t exist without pain! Cut off your own ear if it gets you to paint Tell us that you do it for the people that hate Can’t enjoy the sun unless you sit through the rain Again: most great art can’t exist without pain! Mary J. Blige, Billie Holiday Charlie Parker, John Coltrane Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain Roger Troutman, Marvin Gaye See? You ain’t got nothing to save ’cause everything about you is safe You live in the prettiest place Rivers and lakes, makin’ serious cake You talkin’, but I ain’t hearin’ them thangs Sleepwalkin’, you ain’t even really awake Too often, this is how you spend all your days If this really the case, then it’s really a race And maybe that’s why I can’t fuck with you You too comfortable, you too huxtable Police don’t even fuck with you You ain’t seein’ ’em leavin’ people bleedin’ right in front of you All I see is white T-s, and popped collars Pitbulls and rottweilers People who ain’t got options Might as well keep the block poppin! [Hook] [Verse 2 - Wrekonize] Yeah… Ha! I could’ve changed a life, could’ve prevented one The way it ended up, I must say I’ve regretted some They said I meant you wrong, and now my head is numb I know I walked the line, but never did I pretend to run I wrote this verse in blood, I’m drinkin’ Heaven’s rum Hoping the Armageddon comes, I’m it’s second son! You quoted words of mine and truly as that record spun I heard the devil hum those melodies I’ve been affected from! It leaves me breathless, empty lungs Senseless, head is but a vessel for the medicine! I spit pain, backflippin’ off of rebel’s tongue Negative and never fond, this Netherworld has severed some And when it’s all said and records done You see I make sure to reflect the one emotion most would never strum I like my mirror with cracks, don’t ever change ’cause most great art can’t exist without pain! [Hook]