Pain

From CNN world international
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I don't think there is such a
Thing as a good war
There are sometimes necessary wars
It was something that had to be done
The real war involves getting down
There and killing people
And being killed yourself or
Just barely escaping
It gives you attitudes about God
Life and death
That are unattainable anywhere else
I'm not sure I can speak about why
Human beings in general go to war
I think that's a large category
They go to war because it's impossible not to
Being shot, you saw them fall
Because these things you saw
And the fact that this is for real

Unh! Unh! Unh! Yo, yo!
Waking up, cold in my eyes
Two phillies ready rolled on the dresser
My chick hatin', I won't stress her
Probably get her mad and
Pay attention much lesser hit the closet up
Brush my teeth and get fresher
These things real you can
Bring your diamond tester
I see through your glass my dude
Like Large Professor
My nigga died that night
Lampin on the park bench i'm kinda hurt
I ain't been back to the park since
See I'm a Jihadist, high like comets
And I ain't with the shit
I despise all the garments
Demise what you garbage
Your whole team is green littered
Which means your target's not
Safe in the markets
I inherit niggas beef quite frequently
That's why they call me Warrior NORE
When they speak of me, Gangsta, Monster Kody
Parolee i'm on my Din, Hakeem, Allahu Akbar
Swing big swords, cut in half a cop car
My nigga Truth rock stock rims Magnum
Fuck them groupie hoes cause we
Been done had them
Bust nuts off, lower they facial
I'm a Geto Boy like Bushwick and Face
And I always had a record
I was born with a case i feel pain
Been through it all in my life
I done watched close niggas to me die
By the gun and the knife (I feel pain)
This for niggas on they own or
Locked up on the phone
And they never comin home, y'know?
(I feel pain)
Look what happened to Haiti it's all crazy
Everynight I go to sleep and kiss my baby
(I feel pain)
Everyday the same story, war hustle
Territory
We just try'na see the glory, y'know?

Ayo it's fucked up my nigga Black
Box died on christmas eve
My other homie on his birthday
Now we on the block thinkin revenge
Not hearin what his Earth say
Lookin at his seed make me want
It in the worst way
Besides that my other nigga
Got cancer and just
Found out that his wife is a dancer
So many questions all I need is an answer
I done did so much dirt ain't
No room in the hamper, check it
I got scars on top of scars
William Wallace renegade
Most of you niggas sweeter than lemonade
We bloody up your garments
Nigga this is phonics
I ain't speakin in ebonics take
My words as a promise
Get Obama on the line tell
Him raise the threat level
We the last real niggas standin
When the dust settle
When it's war dunn, the beef never stops
It comes right back around like
The hands on a watch
Army fatigue, fox, 40 below Timbs
501 Denims, coca sales with no lens
Just to see the snakes clear cause
I ain't got no friends
Only my brother from another
Mother we goes in my gun' the alarm
Bullets fatter than Big Mama
To deal wit' the pain I smoke scamah
(I feel pain)