It's like when, I was in the ghetto
 I was never in the ghetto, because my mind was elsewhere
 And if I was locked down, I would invision myself being free
 But God, I got so many questions
 I just want you to anwser
 Help Me Out...

 Rico (from Sons Of Funk):

 I wish that God would talk to me (Talk to me)
 About all the pain that I've seen (I know you seen it too)
 Move on, coming out right
 Cracked out Mother got nerve to be crying
 All my friends seem to pass away (Rest in peace, all y'all rest in
 peace)
 I heard one say, that's the only way (No it ain't)

 Chorus:

 But I wish it would rain
 I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all my pain
 It's going around outside
 I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all this pain
 It's going around outside

 Rico:

 My best friend's house payments behind
 Now he lives in the park outside
 Mary complains about the money she makes
 I see some more people dying of AIDS (I feel ya dog, I feel ya)

 Silkk:

 Yo'
 Trying to make the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain)
 Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all good
 Ya' know what I really wish for change
 But it seems killas and drug-dealas
 But they stereo-type me as a thug
 Hard to see clear
 Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't supposed to be here, Mom and Dad
 never was in love
 It seems domestic violence is always the problem
 When I go home (Go gome)
 Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get along
 See my grandfather died in the war
 And all he ever got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter
 Only things my kids ever GOT!?
 Was a trip to the ghetto
 Have you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!
 Watch them suffer and with all this money I got
 They can't be saved
 We all hustle so fuck the color, white or black
 We all struggle, we act like
 We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas
 Feel my pain
 It's better that you know
 But don't feel sorry for me, even though I lived hard and rough
 I lived better than most
 Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time
 I gotta homie that's doing 99
 He sending me pictures and letters like it's all fine
 I know it's not
 And ya' know what? It's even worse
 They got us killin' over turfs
 I don't know when the last time I went to church
 Can't sleep, doin' too much dirt
 In the middle of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout)
 Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas
 Thinkin' they can get you out
 See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live large
 God I have a question
 Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)

 Ya' know what I'm sayin'
 Killin' over dolla bills, paper
 Fightin' over turfs, when none of it don't belong to us
 And racism?! Still exist, but ME?! I'm color-blind
 We gotta realize we gotta problem
 And the government? The only time they care, is election time
 And they seem to think the only solution is
 Build more prisons to throw us in...it's not right
 But I got homies dyin' over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace
 Pac)
 And all the fallen soldiers
 Ya' know what, it used to be in my community...drugs and violence
 Now it's going around, now it's going around...it's going around
 Soon to be in your spot, if it's not there already
 I'm out
 (It's going around outside