Текст песни Pain (feat. Cartel The Great) - Omar Rapp$

All this fuckin' pain
All this fuckin' pain
Yeah
If you black, you know what pain is
If you black, you know what pain is
Yeah
Yeah

These complications
Heart is racing
Soul be breaking
Black in wicked nation
Living here is full of hatred
Its tough but I'm pacing
Look what I be facing
I'm in the hood, and plus twelve is Satan
Yo we dying waiting
Step out it's hot
We trapped in a metal box
Gangsters and cops
Tryna find a black they can pop
Like it never stop
Growing up, I never had my pops
So it made me cold
My mind froze
Heart hard as rock
Coming up was broke as fuck
The Jordan's I could never cop
Fast forward now
Still some Jordan's I could never cop
My life is like a pair a sneakers
Tied, forever in a knot
I ain't getting younger
Best believe that time will never stop
Forks, mason jars and pots
Trapping hard for paper knots
Or working overnight at food spots
Nowhere near the top
The only things the system offer us
Is prison or a box
Black up in America
Like being cursed to you till rot

On my mama being black is pain
Being a nigga all this shit is rain
Niggas is dying and ain't nobody came
Nothing is given but a bunch of pain
All this shit pain
All I see is pain
All this shit is pain
Cause I'm hurting I ain't healing
I feel it
All this fuckin' pain

It's like I suffer from that Kanye disease
My direction says pain
But I aim to please
I mean, geesh
I lost my mother and father
Yet y'all expect for me
Not to be bothered
Everyone goes through something
Mines affected me harder
Don't mean that I'm weak
Or less emotionally smarter
I'm just more in tune
Did nine years in them concrete rooms
Like, fuck the rumors
Just ask me and don't assume
I just wanted to eat
Nobody gave me a spoon
An angel fighting demons
Cursed with a gift since the womb
I'm paranoid still
Watch the sweep with the broom
Cause the wrong leak
Will get you mopped, Swift
Clean the room
I'm saying, I feel everything
The sneak dissing, the hating
They don't compare to me
So like the letter after A
I just let em be
I can't keep saying fuck it with these felonies
Gotta avoid the jealousy
It's like, I'm on a crash course with love
Give me what I deserve
Or I ask for it in blood
Olympic style
Except we pass torches with gloves
Fingerprints, evidence
Won't match me to a smudge
You dug
Because to dig me
You ain't comprehend
I over stood
That's the reason you should understand
Being sarcastic
Metaphors are graphic
Rapping about respect
Cause nigga, I'm tired of asking
Fuck the dramatics
Just stay up out my lane
I'm hard in the paint
With more haters than Lebron James
Ask em why
What's the reason to hate you
They don't know
They're just fools like the season of April
Yeah, but it's cool and I ain't tripping
Use to fast balls
I used to practice with King Griffey
Aye, pack my suitcase and luggage
Cause we tripping
And dog, you can't compare us to others
Cause we different