King Just - Pain lyrics

[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 f**ed 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 d** and hang wit the thugs From the projects, and own a nickel plated tech But yet, I still got the sk** 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, n***a, sh** 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 sh** 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 b**h, 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, n***a, 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 sh** 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 f** 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 n***a 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