It's All Pain

From being born with nothing To being in the ghetto with nothing End up dying for nothing, Its all pain, from the sky to the ground From my mother and being forgotten by my own father, oh the pain, I've witnessed so many deaths, But no success, From teens fighting for names to adults killed by numbers, the irony behind living but will never get the joke cause we not insane, Education fees so high But money for drugs so low The cheap price you pay for your own lives destruction, its all pain And they ask why im so cold, I guess nobody knows the weather in the ghetto, just the news! Another brother just died, and a protest for housing the norm of a black man's life Its all pain, The rumble caused by the dweller, That Ludacris fella, So we jam to the tunes played by the same fellas, from that era to being blinded by liquor man these no stopping us we jamming to our deaths, Its all pain, Placed down in the ghetto born soft now how hard i am, man they ravaged us oh the pain! Now how i want to do the same Damn this plan,