Pain

Lyrics

[Intro: Louis Farrakhan sample] Brothers, brothers, we all in pain The man of God, he got his Bible but he's in pain The Muslim, he got his Qu'ran, he's in pain [Verse 1: A.G.] I was born in the middle of the darkness Where the hopeless turn to heartless So I wrote this, consider this God's gift A shining light, overcome the hardships Lucky for the chance to do my dance Big L in Amsterdam, fell in love in France Lovers in Japan, catch me if you can A world tour with Diamond my man See me on the Berri Can Spread hope to every man related to the struggle It's a jungle, sometimes it make me wonder About the violence and the hunger So I speak about the blunders, try to teach the younger Dancing in the rain, motivated by the thunder I'm designed to hear teardrops And repeat it when the snare's chopped [Break: Louis Farrakhan] All of us are in pain And do you know, brothers When you're in pain Your brain releases hormones That actually can deaden pain [Verse 2: Chino XL] I'm feeling sentimental over this monumental instrumental Hoping that I don't offend you with my murder menu I'm spitting afflicted non-fiction in the venue Any likeness to persons living or dead are coincidental (Nah) You ain't gotta be a higher scholared psychologist To realise they've replaced good journalists with gossip columnist Young men in colleges wearing their pants androgynous I stay high surrounded by more greenery than botanists I ain't after fame, tell a friend to tell a friend I'm after words like the end of the end They try to stop me every way that they can But lyric fans try to tell 'em Chino's pen will live to kill again For years, hated myself, duct taped my mouth It's weird, cried so much, my tear ducts dried out Aristotle be startled to find out which part of my heart is gone So many sacrificed a lot so we can ride on this art form [Break: Louis Farrakhan] But as long as you, as a man, lay down at night and dream about your greatness But you are never able to manifest how great you are [Verse 3: Chino XL] Hip-hop saved my life from a childhood that was violent Chianardo DiCaprio escaping out of Shutter Island My writings Poseidon that landed me in an insane asylum Deciding what I should rhyme about it or to keep it private Sometimes I find it hard to breathe like Colorado's climate Mind so fluid that it could rival B-Real's hydroponic Lyric Jesus, lungs are bionic, sicker than violent vomit Wordsmith on the front line while y'all just stand behind it Rewind it compared to churches' conscious controversies My words clutch your heart like old white racist women clutching their purses When I retire, will rap forget me, kinda like a '60s hippie Or beg me to come back like Prince on Darling Nikki I remember seeing A.G. and Finesse freestyle Wishing that could be me up there, but I was just a juvenile In time I'd become what I'd die for Even the Pope can give up his religion but I can't let hip-hop go [Outro: Louis Farrakhan sample] The pain of being non-productive Makes you seek pleasure that keeps you non-productive Look at it, look at it, brothers Each one of you is in pain We in pain, brothers We live with constant pain Nobody knows our pain but God and us And you know deep down inside, you are as great As any man of greatness that you've heard about, read about or seen in real life You know you are as great as any one of them, possibly greater