(feat. Sheena) 



This one's dedicated to my home girl, Auphelia Payne 



She was a ghetto little girl who became a young woman 

Didn't have no kids, didn't plan on one coming 

And niggaz who wasn't bout shit, she'd run from em 

From a welfare family, look how the slums done em 

Daddy was an alcoholic so her mama dissed him 

Her gang banging brother was a homicide victim 

One of her other younger brothers locked by the system 

She sent him letters, couldn't describe how she missed him 

Told him jobs in the hood ain't plenty 

So I'm part-timing it at Denny's 

But she didn't tell him at night she's strip club waitress serving Henny 

Rocking lace stockings and a mini 

Customers ask if they could buy sexual favors 

Even the women want bisexual favors 

But she don't get down like that and so they label her a hater 

Go on, baby, tell them what you're made of 



You don't know what to do, you gotta make it through 

I feel your pain 

You gotta keep on fighting and you will get to the better days 

I feel your pain 

Keep pushing, you'll be fine, don't give in, you'll be alright 

I feel your pain 



Now she wanna go to school so she enrolled in night classes 

Told her friends about it but they acted like asses 

They don't know we can't let this life pass us 

Jet black hair, shaded eye glasses 

Standing on the bus stop like a poster of dignity 

Even though niggaz push crack in that vicinity 

You keep your identity 

Rest in peace, big bro tatted on your left arm in beautiful caligraphy 

It'll be a cold day in hell when you give up 

You got a game plan to pull that european whip up 

Get a interior decorator to fix your crib up 

For being sick of the bullshit, I give you big ups 

A lot of your homegirls, they ain't built the same 

You tell them to get off they ass but they still remain 

Lead by example though, kill the game 

And one day they can build and change 

I feel your pain 



You don't know what to do, you gotta make it through 

I feel your pain 

You gotta keep on fighting and you will get to the better days 

I feel your pain 

Keep pushing, you'll be fine, don't give in, you'll be alright 

I feel your pain 



She was a ghetto little girl who became a young woman 

And three years from now, she got a son coming 

Today she in a 600, look at her stunting 

While naysayers was fronting, she went and done something 

Made it out of school, got two coupes to twirl 

On the weekends she speaks at a youth group for girls 

Teach them how to properly move through the world 

Droppin jewels of wisdom if you choose the pearls 

Got her own business and she's barely even 30 

She said I prayed for strength and, baby, god heard me 

Got accountants now, employees, and attorneys 

Found a real nigga who appreciates her journey 

Ain't gotta do it alone, got a loan 

Moved mamma right out of the criminal zone 

Got a front and back bone when little bro come home 

Now she even got her own song 

I feel your pain 



You don't know what to do, you gotta make it through 

I feel your pain 

You gotta keep on fighting and you will get to the better days 

I feel your pain 

Keep pushing, you'll be fine, don't give in, you'll be alright 

I feel your pain 



Yeah, you know what I'm saying? This one goes out to my homegirl, Auphelia 

Payne. You know sometimes we as men always focus on our own problems and we 

ignore the problems that our women are going through. You know what I'm 

saying? But if nobody else care about your everyday stuggle, you gotta know 

that I do. Smile, baby girl, it's gonna be alright. We gonna make it through 

the storm and watch the sunshine. I feel your pain 



I feel your pain 

I know your going through a thang 

Everything will be okay 

The sun shines after rain 



Hey, I feel your pain 

I know your going through a thang 

Everything will be okay 

The sun shines after rain