Feel my pain, feel my pain This ghetto got me going through a thing, GodFeel my pain, feel my pain This ghetto got me going through a thing, GodAwakening soldier, cause in this cruel world It's hard to walk these streets being soberIt hurts trying to get over all the weight on my shouldersMy used to be babysitters buying boulders It's all on me to really accept that I lostmy brother And be strong and just go on since we sharethe same mother Pillows and covers can't smother the painthat I had Sometimes I feel like I lost my better halfSo sad, but that's the way of the ghetto See your life is ready madeIt's an accomplishment to pass 8th grade See hate paved my cityGiving us the pushes and trams for a high Selling they book of food stamps at nightI light that porch lamp until my lil cousin came inCause I can't afford to lose another gen The life of living is thinYou could lose it if it came today Rain the way, you be wondering how to takethe pain awayTell me what we gon' do Feel my pain, feel my painThis ghetto got me going through a thing, GodFeel my pain, feel my pain This ghetto got me going through a thing, GodTell me what we gon' do Feel my pain, feel my painThis ghetto got me going through a thing, GodFeel my pain, feel my pain This ghetto got me going through a thing, GodFeel my pain, feel my pain.From Oklahoma to the grand döeta, Momma keep your head up, I'm trying to get paid!These ghetto teeths got me outpimped, want me screamed.I 1835, my boy from 17 year old, yuppi, I've lived my whole life,I stack some chips and its ashamed, when your homie set your chip andMomma crying, this church is be packed And.All.Your family and friends, dressed in black it is sad,To see my homies leave this earth, From St Paul to your fault, nicest ashes anddirt.Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped between heaven and hell,In the ghetto purgatory, with fiends and crack pills.Feel my pain, feel my pain.From Oklahoma to the grand döeta, Momma keep your head up, I'm trying to getpaid!These ghetto teeths got me outpimped, want me screamed.I 1835, my boy from 17 year old, yuppi, I've lived my whole life,I stack some chips and its ashamed, when your homie set your chip andMomma crying, this church is packed.To see my homies leave this earth, From St Paul to your fault, nicest ashes anddirt.Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped between heaven and hell,In the ghetto purgatory, with fiends and crack pills.Feel my pain, feel my pain.From Oklahoma to the grand döeta, Momma keep your head up, I'm trying to getpaid!I could have been born son of a king, Instead I was born son of a killer,Surrounded by dealers and thieves, They go, I got some questions, that maybeyou can answer, Why my brother got shot, and my grandmotherdied of cancer.Now through it all, I try to ball and keep it real,They say they don't feel what I feel, I guess cause they don't live where I live,Now I see my mom try to be strong, My brother died, didn't wanna see her cry,But I seen her through the flex and the mirror wipe her tears,in my eyes, from my eyes and my next door neighbor committed suicide,Was it cause of stress, and if it was, was it that bad?That he would choose death?Tell me what we gonna do?Feel my pain, feel my pain.The world ain't this ghetto got me going through a dank love.Feel my pain, feel my pain.I can't hide this pain, Tell me what we gonna do?Feel my pain, feel my pain.The world ain't this ghetto got me going through a dank love.