(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