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Silkk:


Yo' let me holla at y'all for a minute

It's like when, I was in the ghetto

I was never in the ghetto, because my mind was elsewhere

And if I was locked down, I would invision myself being free

But God, I got so many questions

I just want you to anwser

Help Me Out...


Rico (from Sons Of Funk):


I wish that God would talk to me (Talk to me)

About all the pain that I've seen (I know you seen it too)

Move on, coming out right

Cracked out Mother got nerve to be crying

All my friends seem to pass away (Rest in peace, all y'all rest in

Peace)

I heard one say, that's the only way (No it ain't)


Chorus:


But I wish it would rain

I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all my pain

It's going around outside

I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all this pain

It's going around outside


Rico:


My best friend's house payments behind

Now he lives in the park outside

Mary complains about the money she makes

I see some more people dying of AIDS (I feel ya dog, I feel ya)


Silkk:


Yo'

Trying to make the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain)

Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all good

Ya' know what I really wish for change

But it seems killas and drug-dealas

But they stereo-type me as a thug

Hard to see clear

Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't supposed to be here, Mom and Dad

Never was in love

It seems domestic violence is always the problem

When I go home (Go gome)

Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get along

See my grandfather died in the war

And all he ever got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter

Only things my kids ever GOT!?

Was a trip to the ghetto

Have you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!

Watch them suffer and with all this money I got

They can't be saved

We all hustle so fuck the color, white or black

We all struggle, we act like

We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas

Feel my pain

It's better that you know

But don't feel sorry for me, even though I lived hard and rough

I lived better than most

Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time

I gotta homie that's doing 99

He sending me pictures and letters like it's all fine

I know it's not

And ya' know what? It's even worse

They got us killin' over turfs

I don't know when the last time I went to church

Can't sleep, doin' too much dirt

In the middle of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout)

Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas

Thinkin' they can get you out

See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live large

God I have a question

Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)


Ya' know what I'm sayin'

Killin' over dolla bills, paper

Fightin' over turfs, when none of it don't belong to us

And racism?! Still exist, but ME?! I'm color-blind

We gotta realize we gotta problem

And the government? The only time they care, is election time

And they seem to think the only solution is

Build more prisons to throw us in...it's not right

But I got homies dyin' over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace

Pac)

And all the fallen soldiers

Ya' know what, it used to be in my community...drugs and violence

Now it's going around, now it's going around...it's going around

Soon to be in your spot, if it's not there already

I'm out

(It's going around outside) 

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