Pain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintainPain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my[Z-Ro]I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 daysWhen I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blazeLooking at my life as if I wasn't here, why the fuck that picture be so clearSince my nigga died, I done slowed down on drankBut I'm right back heavy on beerStained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with murdersFiending for heaven but I wonder, if I'm worthyPlease God forgive your servant, and your man childBut the fact that he got Jordans, and a nigga like meGrow po' wings was bullshit, so I ran wildWasn't I good enough, to get some shit like thatIt was only a grade, you know I didn't deserve to get hit like thatMy life my life, falls under the wicked and shifeI gotta pay my rent, therefor my partnas might be targets tonightEven though I'm grown fucked up childhood, keep fucking my domeFuck around and front, like I'm gon Buy your work, and straight leave on your songIf a nigga take me out it's all good, cause I've been fiending to leaveMy life is fucked up, and I'm tired of having to drink to a G[Chorus]Pain, my middle nameI must learn to live again, but existing in such a strainPain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain[Z-Ro]Now I done had pistols to my head befo'Woke up with a dead body, in a bed befo'Don't ask me why, only talk to Z-RoI'm noid, never trust friends they don't love usThey front like they your homies, but they bury motherfuckersDog I'm going through it daily, fiending for a killa to take me out What am I living for, nothing but a record label huh break me outI'm so sick and tired Lord knows, I'm sick and tired of this painBut steady keeping the world, I'm no preaching through the rap gameThe most evilest niggas nightmares, of my fondest dreamCause death rules everything around me and the cream, is a cup of leanHaving a case of flashbacks, of the good timeBut then I remember, it wasn't no good timeJust poverty stricken, and kicking it in the hood time24 and I still can't think, from Guerilla Maab to Point BlankTo Big Moe to Z-Ro, and still no bankI gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the gameCause the more I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain[Chorus][Z-Ro]Dorothy Marie or mama, I've been stressed, learning to liveA life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my questI'd like to find the meaning of sick and tiredPlus I can't determine between a bitch and rightEven my friends are fake, that's why I'm quick to rideI'm the shit bitch, I know you smell the odorThem other two niggas ain't bitches, and it's had a chip on my shoulderI love my cousin and my brother mayn, but see it ain't nothing but dramaWhen you live in a slum, across the street from the gutter maynI'm 'pose to be a rap star, dig these blues a nigga ain'tSeen the states in two months, I'm in the kitchen as a crack starWhat a wonderful way, to spend my fucking album releaseA promotional show, and I must get do' nigga I got ounces to cheeseOunces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G'sPlus my own shit the T.V. in the living room, is Mexican D'sGotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the gameMore I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain[Chorus]
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