(master p chorus)



Feel my painfeel my pain

This ghetto got me goin through some thangs

God feel my pain. (x4)



(fiend talking)



There comes a timewhere uhhhyou have things of yourselfwhen you

Lose someonehow you gonna take that feelin away? I got sons of funk

An me fiendan my peoplemaster p an silkk

They ready to tell you how I feeltrappedeveryday life.



Verse 1- (fiend)



Everytime I open my eyesI thank God for wakin this soldier

Cuz in this cruel world it's hard to walk these streets bein sober

It hurtstryin to get over all the weight on my shoulders

Mom used to be babysitters buyin boulders

It's all on me to really except that I lost my brother

An to be stong an juss to go on since we shared the same mother

Pillows an covers can't smother the pain that I have

Sometimes I feel like I lost my better halfso sad

But that's the way of the ghetto

See yo life is already madeit's an accomplishment to pass "a" grade

See they hate my citygivin us the pushers an tramps for our highs

Sellin they book of food stamps at night

I light the porch lampuntil my lil cousin came in

Cuz I can't afford to lose another gender life

But livin this bend you could lose it if it came today

It rained awayyou be wonderin how to take the pain away.



(chorus-sons of funk)



Tell me what we gonna do? the world ain't the same man

The way we live is a shameI can't hide this pain. (x2)



(master p chorus x4)



Verse 2-(master p)



Ughhh! lord the world ain't the samefrom the cradel to the grave

Dear mama keep yo head up I'm tryin ta get paid

These ghetto tears got me out there wantin to scream

My auntie 35but bumpin 17 off a dope fiend

I live my whole life to stack some chips

An it's a shame when yo own homiesank yo ship

An mama cryin......cuz church's be packed

An all yo family an friends dressed in black

An it's a shameto see homies leave this earth

Some say balltil you fallnow it's ashes an dirt

SometimesI feel like I'm trapped between heaven an hell

In the ghetto's ? ? ? torywit fiends an crack cells.



(chorus x2)

(master p chorus x4)



Verse 3-(silkk the shocker)



You might catch mewalkin wit my head down

In the pourin rain

Tryin to find answers to questionsno one can seem to explain

I coulda been born son of a king

Instead I was born son of akillasurrounded by dealaz an fiends

Dear God I got some questionsthat maybe you can answer

Why my brother got shotan my grandmother died of cancer

Now through it all I tried to ball an keep it real

They say they don't feel what I feel

I guess cuz they don't live where I live

See my mom tried to be strongmy brother died

Didn't wanna see her cry

But I seen her through the face of the mirror

Wipin tears from her eyes

An my next door neighbor committed suicidewas it cuz of stress

An if it waswas it that bad that he had to choose death? 



(chorus until song ends)

(master p chorus x4)



(fiend talking)



Sittin here tryin to take the pain awaysee this one here

This for all my ghetto fiends out there

Fightin these street warsto all my no limit soldiers

To everybody in the penitentaryI feel yo pain

This ain't nuthin like bein freetryin to take the pain away

Rest in peace

Kevin baileykevin miller. tryin to take the pain awayfiend