Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain
Pain, my middle name
Lord please have mercy on my
(Z-Ro)
I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 days
But I'm under pressure, If I feel it's necessary to blaze
Looking at my life as if I wasn't here, why the f** that picture be so clear
Since my n***a died, I done slowed down on drank
But I'm right back heavy on beer
Stained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with worries
Fiending for heaven but I wonder, if I'm worthy
Please God forgive your servant, and your man-child
But the fact that kid got Jordans, and a n***a like me
roll Pro Wings was bullsh**, so I ran wild
Wasn't I good enough, to get some sh** like that?
It was only a grade, you know I didn't deserve to get hit like that
My life, my life, falls under the wicked and shife
I gotta pay my rent, therefore my partners might be targets tonight
Even though I'm grown a f**ed up childhood keep f**ing my dome
f** around and front, like I'm gonna buy your work, and straight leave on your song
If a n***a take me out it's all good, cause I've been finna' to leave
My life is f**ed up, and I'm tired of having a dream to achieve
(Chorus)
Pain, my middle name
I must learn to live again, but existing in such a strain
Pain, my middle name
Lord 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-Ro
I'm noid, never trust friends they don't love us
They front like they your homies, but they bury motherf**ers
Dog I'm going through it daily, fiending for a k**a to take me out
What am I living for? nothing but a record label who*e, break me out
I'm so sick and tired Lord knows, I'm sick and tired of this pain
But steady keeping the world on low, preaching to the rap game
The most evilest n***a's nightmares, are my fondest dreams
Cause d**h rules everything around me and the cream, is a cup of lean
Having a case of flashbacks, of the good time
But then I remember, it wasn't no good time
Just poverty-stricken-and-kicking-it-in-the-hood time
24 and I still can't think, from Guerilla Maab to Point Blank
To Big Moe to Z-Ro, and still no bank
I gotta be paying dues, for my n***as that lost they life in the game
Cause the more I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain
(Chorus)
(Z-Ro)
Now Dorothy Marie Dear Momma, I've been stressed, learning to live
A life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my quest
And I define the meaning of sick and tired
Plus I can't determine between a b**h and bride
Even my friends are fake, that's why I'm quick to ride
I'm the sh** b**h, I know you smell the odor
Them other two n***as ain't b**hes, I just had a chip on my shoulder
I love my cousin and my brother mayn, but see it ain't nothing but drama
When you live in a slum, across the street from the gutter mayn
I'm supposed to be a rap star, dig these blues a n***a ain't
Seen the stage in two months, I'm in the kitchen as a crack star
What a wonderful way, to spend my f**ing album release
A promotional show, but I must get dough n***a I got ounces to cheese
Ounces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G's
Plus my own sh** the T.V. in the living room, is Mexican D's
Gotta be paying dues, for my n***as that lost they life in the game
More I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain
(Chorus)