Z-Ro - Pain Lyrics
Pain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintainPain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my...[Z-Ro:]I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 daysWhen I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blazeLookin' at my life as if I wasn't here. Why the ***** that picture be so clear?Since my nigga died, I done slowed down on drankBut I'm right back heavy on beerStained finger tips & lips 'cause smokin' come with murdersFiendin' for Heaven but I wonder if I'm worthyPlease God forgive your servant & your man childBut the fact that he got Jordan's & a nigga like meGrow po' wings was bullshit, so I ran wild.Wasn't I good enough to get some shit like that?It was only a grade, you know I didn't deserve to get hit like thatMy life my life, falls under the wicked & shifeI gotta pay my rent, therefore my partners might be targets tonightEven though I'm grown *****ed up childhood, keep *****in' my dome***** around & front, like I'm gon' buy your work & straight leave on your songIf a nigga take me out it's all good 'cause I've been fiendin' to leaveMy life is *****ed up & I'm tired of havin' to drink to a G.[Chorus:]Pain, my middle nameI must learn to live again, but existin' in such a strainPain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain.[Z-Ro:]Now I done had pistols to my head beforeWoke up with a dead body in a bed beforeDon't ask me why only talk to Z-RoI'm noid, never trust friends they don't love usThey front like they your homies, but they bury mutha*****ersDog I'm goin' through it daily, fiendin' for a killer to take me out.What am I livin' for? Nothin' but a record label, huh? Break me outI'm so sick & tired Lord knows, I'm sick & tired of this PainBut steady keepin' the world, I'm no preachin' through the rap gameThe most evilest niggas nightmares of my fondest dream'Cause death rules everything around me & the cream is a cup of leanHavin' a case of flashbacks of the good timeBut then I remember, it wasn't no good timeJust poverty stricken & kickin' it in the hood time24 & I still can't think, from Gorilla Maab to Point BlankTo Big Moe to Z-Ro & still no bankI gotta be payin' dues for my niggas that lost they life in the game'Cause the more I struggle for happyness, nothin' but Pain.[Chorus:]Pain, my middle nameI must learn to live again, but existin' in such a strainPain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain.[Z-Ro:]Now Dorothy Marie or dear mama, I've been stressedLearnin' to live a life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my questI'd like to find the meanin' of sick & tiredPlus I can't determine between a ***** & rightEven my friends are fake, that's why I'm quick to rideI'm the shit *****, I know you smell the odorThem other 2 niggas ain't *****es & it's had a chip on my shoulderI love my cousin & my brother mayne, but see it ain't nothin' but dramaWhen you live in a slum across the street from the gutter mayneI'm supposed to be a rap star, dig these bluesA nigga ain't seen the states in 2 months, I'm in the kitchen as a crack starWhat a wonderful way to spend my *****in' album releaseA promotional show & I must get dough nigga I got ounces to cheeseOunces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G'sPlus my own shit the T.V. in the livin' room is Mexican D'sGotta be payin' dues for my niggas that lost they life in the gameMore I struggle for happyness, nothin' but Pain.[Chorus:]Pain, my middle nameI must learn to live again, but existin' in such a strainPain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain.
