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Jalen Santoy

Pain

 

Pain


I feel like... yeah
I feel like all we know is pain
Cause we ain't what they wanted us to be
We go to college, get the scholarships
And put back on the street
Went of the road
I've even got some homies run away

I feel like all we know is pain
I feel like all we know is pain
I feel like all we know is pain
Cause we ain't what you wanted us to be
We go to college, get them scholarships
And put back out on street
Went off the road

See the pain I felt from the cards I was dealt
[?]
But when this ain't permissive they all get new renditions
A heart pray like an eighty-eight
Under the moon poppin new editions
You know we do this for that family
And be the main ones come out missive
And I pay attention to the fine limit
And suits for the shows gon' tell you
And this live you been setup to fail
Nigga you bite if you see it on sale
Hit about two shades left to the bail
If you go broke you'll end up in jail
All you got left is a book full of tales
Why can't' you say [?]
Goddamn ey, God...

I feel like all we know is pain
I feel like all we know is pain
I feel like all we know is pain
Cause we ain't what you wanted us to be
We go to college, get them scholarships
And put back out on street
Went off the road

We front
You know we gon' play dumb
And wait for you to say sum'
Pimp I need an income
My nigga Nate was living great
Got shot up in his mamas place
That go to show you
It don't matter how you get rich (get rich)
Cause paper's still paper and yet that [?] could be a bitch
It don't matter what's written
If what you made don't still exist
That was my A1 nigga
He stay [?] that chips
Poker face still grinnin
He was a young lieutenant
I hate chasing this [?]
Let alone my account winning
Gave a damn if he fitted
Too concerned about now
That's why I pinned us down
For something greater than a [?] a bigger state
They way I see it dawg, we all living great

I feel like all they show is pain
I feel like all they show is pain
I feel like all they show is pain
Cause we ain't what you wanted us to be
We go to college, get them scholarships
And put back out on street
Went off the road

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