King Just - Pain Lyrics
[intro]Theres one brainTheres two halves to one brainOne halfs the pen, the other halfs a steelCheck the story[chorus 2x]Pain, yo, is all I feelImma die wit my pen, or imma die wit my steel[king just]A young shorty on the block, wit no propsFightin every day, turn the pot, and crackin beer topIn the hallway, gettin *****ed up, everydayYou ever thought about goin to school? no wayI always thought Id be a big rap starDrive fancy cars and travel like farAha, dream didnt come true, now its 1982So what the hell you want me to do?I wanna sell drugs and hang wit the thugsFrom the projects, and own a nickel plated techBut yet, I still got the skill to rock the crowdI guess rappin should just be styleBut now, I cant take it no moreIm ready to get my gat and tell you face down to floorGive me what you got, nigga, shit is realImma die wit my pen, or imma die wit my steel[chorus 2x][king just]So damn confused, this life just dont seem the sameKids on the smelly court, playin the ghetto gamesI reminisce about the shit that I didYou couldnt be soft and live where I livedCuz only the strong survive, and the weak dieWell aint that a *****, oh, my, my, myMomma, why I gotta be like that?Face the fact, I want the respect of my ghetto backSo I dig deep cuz I got a lot to giveAs the world turns, but only one life to liveSo come on my children, lets start rebuildinA new foundation for every mans nationI try to make a stand, but every stands a downfallI sat on the bench while other kids played ballIts not the fact that I lack athleticId rather grab a pen and pad, and get poetic[chorus 2x][king just]Bow, boom, bang, same to the 90sTwo-six mob, nigga, thats where youll find meDown wit black fist, now, my promos on kissAnd everybody around town wants to talk shitI guess thats the way life goes, I guess no one knowsYo, we all choose our own roadsSo you choose yours, and imma choose mineWho knows, we just might make it at the same timeDefine, yo, the meanin of jealouslyAnd I show you a hundred rappers that cant ***** wit meTrue, so whats the moral to the story?The God is on his way to glory, but yet theres more g.I became that nigga to the cessMy lifestyle change and now its headed to the westI guess, I have to do some shows out thereBut when I appear, the crowd shook wit fearYo, I cant die wit my steelI got a career now, to make at the top of my fieldSo you ask, how does the story end?One love to shaolin, we gotta die wit our pen[chorus 4x][outro]Yo this is a message from the godDreams come true only if you make em happenOne love to shaolin
