Pain Lyrics - King Just

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[Intro]
There's one brain
There's two halves to one brain
One half's the pen, the other half's a steel
Check the story

[Chorus 2X]
Pain, yo, is all I feel
I'mma die wit my pen, or I'mma die wit my steel

[King Just]
A young shorty on the block, wit no props
Fightin every day, turn the pot, and crackin beer top
In the hallway, gettin fucked up, everyday
You ever thought about goin to school? No way
I always thought I'd be a big rap star
Drive fancy cars and travel like far
Aha, dream didn't come true, now it's 1982
So what the hell you want me to do?
I wanna sell drugs and hang wit the thugs
From the projects, and own a nickel plated tech
But yet, I still got the skill to rock the crowd
I guess rappin should just be style
But now, I can't take it no more
I'm ready to get my gat and tell you face down to floor
Give me what you got, nigga, xxxx is real
I'mma die wit my pen, or I'mma die wit my steel

[Chorus 2X]

[King Just]
So damn confused, this life just don't seem the same
Kids on the smelly court, playin the ghetto games
I reminisce about the xxxx that I did
You couldn't be soft and live where I lived
Cuz only the strong survive, and the weak die
Well ain't that a bitch, oh, my, my, my
Momma, why I gotta be like that?
Face the fact, I want the respect of my ghetto back
So I dig deep cuz I got a lot to give
As the world turns, but only one life to live
So come on my children, let's start rebuildin
A new foundation for every man's nation
I try to make a stand, but every stand's a downfall
I sat on the bench while other kids played ball
It's not the fact that I lack athletic
I'd rather grab a pen and pad, and get poetic

[Chorus 2X]

[King Just]
Bow, boom, bang, same to the '90's
Two-Six Mob, nigga, that's where you'll find me
Down wit Black Fist, now, my promo's on Kiss
And everybody around town want's to talk shit
I guess that's the way life goes, I guess no one knows
Yo, we all choose our own roads
So you choose yours, and I'mma choose mine
Who knows, we just might make it at the same time
Define, yo, the meanin of jealously
And I show you a hundred rappers that can't xxxx wit me
True, so what's the moral to the story?
The God is on his way to glory, but yet there's more G.
I became that nigga to the cess
My lifestyle change and now it's headed to the West
I guess, I have to do some shows out there
But when I appear, the crowd shook wit fear
Yo, I can't die wit my steel
I got a career now, to make at the top of my field
So 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 God
Dreams come true only if you make 'em happen
One love to Shaolin

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