paroles de chanson Pain - Big LuGotti

They found my lil brother guilty
With no fucking evidence
Feel the pain in my motherfucking voice
Cold hearted on bro

Bad blood bad love moma caught me selling drugs
Kicked me out up on the streets thats what you call tough love
Young boys run it up, jumping out of steamer trucks
Trying to keep my melon tucked, niggas trying to flame me up
Young bull can't go for nun, super savage in the field
This that shit that i've become, moving dope and playing with guns
Back and forwards on the run, wish i'd took a better route
I ain't never seen a drought, .40 tucked i pull it out
I ain't never had a doubt, all this black on black crime
Killing each other for some clout, white men throw us off the route
Motivation, concentration we just got to elevate it
Take you boys to different places, we just seeing different faces
Killing each other over paper, racist man up on that paper
Beat us in our back they slave-ing, the way they try to make us
We gotta help each other make it, we just gotta keep on pacing
How you found my brother guilty, y'all ain't have no evidence
Y'all ain't have no witness's, man y'all ass is really racist
Swear this shit got me convinced, slave masters own that bitch

You know whats crazy doe
They spend billions of dollars on airplanes and army
And these kids can't even get a good education man
So y'all tell me what the fuck going on
We got thousand's of people on the corner
Starving right now with nothing to eat homeless
But y'all spend all this money on dumb shit
To kill other people leave them people alone man
This shit from the heart man my heart starting to get real cold lately
On bro