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Текст песни King Just - Pain

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[Intro]There`s one brainThere`s two halves to one brainOne half`s the pen, the other half`s a steelCheck the story[Chorus 2X]Pain, yo, is all I feelI`mma die wit my pen, or I`mma die wit my steel[King Just]A young shorty on the block, wit no propsFightin every day, turn the pot, and crackin beer topIn the hallway, gettin fucked up, everydayYou ever thought about goin to school? No wayI always thought I`d be a big rap starDrive fancy cars and travel like farAha, dream didn`t come true, now it`s 1982So what the hell you want me to do?I wanna sell drugs and hang wit the thugsFrom the projects, and own a nickel plated techBut yet, I still got the skill to rock the crowdI guess rappin should just be styleBut now, I can`t take it no moreI`m ready to get my gat and tell you face down to floorGive me what you got, nigga, shit is realI`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 sameKids on the smelly court, playin the ghetto gamesI reminisce about the shit that I didYou couldn`t be soft and live where I livedCuz only the strong survive, and the weak dieWell ain`t that a bitch, oh, my, my, myMomma, why I gotta be like that?Face the fact, I want the respect of my ghetto backSo I dig deep cuz I got a lot to giveAs the world turns, but only one life to liveSo come on my children, let`s start rebuildinA new foundation for every man`s nationI try to make a stand, but every stand`s a downfallI sat on the bench while other kids played ballIt`s not the fact that I lack athleticI`d rather grab a pen and pad, and get poetic[Chorus 2X][King Just]Bow, boom, bang, same to the `90`sTwo-Six Mob, nigga, that`s where you`ll find meDown wit Black Fist, now, my promo`s on KissAnd everybody around town want`s to talk shitI guess that`s the way life goes, I guess no one knowsYo, we all choose our own roadsSo you choose yours, and I`mma choose mineWho knows, we just might make it at the same timeDefine, yo, the meanin of jealouslyAnd I show you a hundred rappers that can`t fuck wit meTrue, 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 nigga to the cessMy lifestyle change and now it`s headed to the WestI guess, I have to do some shows out thereBut when I appear, the crowd shook wit fearYo, I can`t die wit my steelI got a career now, to make at the top of my fieldSo 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 GodDreams come true only if you make `em happenOne love to Shaolin

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