Josh MIRK - Smoke Away The Pain lyrics

[Verse 1:Sin-City] My tracks are packed with facts you be guess'n Since rap is a bless'n, I'ma take it back to the essence I grew cut sting'n, from rough swing'n, foul luck cling'n Bound to be a thug sling'n, cause of my upbring'n In school there was the haves and have-nots I was the never had, look'n for some bread to bag, wish'n I had a better dad Was born to lose my shirt and shoes, drew a crowd I had holes in my jeans, but it wasn't cool or in style Chumps and cruel punks for neighbors, with a few lumps from haters So poor I was save'n food from school lunch for later Live'n conditions pitiful, f** getting political Was a kid that you would ridicule from the beginning of middle school No dough or gold to glisten only mold and rats Was come'n home to have my sh** miss'n sold for crack So you can bet your chips my wits are heavily twisted I been embedded with sick sh** and bred as a misfit [Chorus:Sin-City] You know the name but know that we ain't grow the same I roll the mary jane and I smoke away the pain When copin with the shame of feelin hopeless in the game I roll the mary jane and I smoke away the pain [Verse 2:Sin-City] Some time pa**ed, now I'm hit'n the streets For the bros and sisters to eat, as mom's addiction increased I seen more fiends than the carter, on the scenes scheme and barter I stop to prey to god and it seemed to rain harder A teen that's strong indeed it's on to survive And with my older siblings gone it's on me to provide So now I'm take'n pape's and d**, aim'n straight with the snub Special '38 with a glove, in bed I'm labeled a thug, but Nobody's coach'n me, this ain't how life's supposed to be Rob'n cats just as broke as me, try'n get dough for groceries f** sit'n school, instead I'm pick'n up tools Dip'n with crews in the sh** that wasn't hit'n the news When thick with a bad crew I'm quicker to bag you I made a victim of mad fools I did what I had to Was quick to snap on a s**a Pull'n gats on the bustas Who could I trust my own brother hustled crack to my mother What the f**? [Chorus:Sin-City] You know the name but know that we ain't grow the same I roll the mary jane and I smoke away the pain When cope'n with the shame of feel'n hopeless in the game I roll the mary jane and I smoke away the pain [Bridge:Sin-City, Josh MIRK & James Rock]] Smoke, roll it up smoke Light it up smoke Choke'n on smoke Smoke away the pain [Verse 3:Sin-City] So now I bless the beats These wretched streets took the best of me Stand tall when pressure peaks And never question your destiny Could test your chin and jaw, but I use my pencil to brawl Maybe knock some sense into y'all cause I done been through it all I feed you facts through rage and keep it a stack on my ways Each track that is laid represents the demographically caged Roll up it helps to numb pain I lived the life that some claim Some lose and some gain I ain't never been one to complain So f** mope'n depressed I smoke to cope with the stress I'm focused so I first brace for the worse and hope for the best And until I'm put in the dirt I'm fast to put in some work My past shoulda been better but it coulda been worse On tracks the facts I'm leaving I was packin gats and thieving Now I'm rapping with my legion cause sh** happens for a reason