Wrote: 2009
Song: Feel My Pain
Album: Going Out Blasten

V1
I'm going off, about what'z da deal,
Befo I jump, n da tank.
Proz be standn, outside my tilt.
Not knowing how, I get paid...
Every day, n da funkd up newz,
It's going down, n my city.
Where gang violence, is all I see.
Befo I hear, da pigz want me...
Which da media, neva reports.
About som blaxx, got killed.
Like dey tryna, cover what happend.
How many blaxx, got lenched...
Dey quik 2 say, I'm a kriminal.
Joining a gang, n da streetz.
When da army, recruiten foolz.
2 fight dey wars, overseaz...
U think Amerikkka, givez a fukk.
About us blaxx, n da ghetto.
N look at all, da brothaz dying.
Going 2 war, 2 get medalz.
I neva seen, so many dummyz.
Being used, by da system.
Dis is ain't bak, n da civil war.
Where we was fightn, 4 freedom...
Foolz be dying, 4 no reason.
Sayn dis, is our country.
Like dey forgot, where we came from.
Kuz all my people, still hungry...
N da sistaz, don't give a damn.
Playn foolz, 4 dey money.
Quik 2 bounce, on dudez n trouble.
Locked up, n da kounty...

Chorus:
Gettn tired, of telln foolz.
What it's like, where I'm from.
Dey don't listen, dey rather hate.
Kuz I'm a gee, maken buxx...
Sayn one day, I'm leaven da hood.
Befo I end up, gettn slain.
Knowing dey all, wanna lock us up,
Whatcha do, is feel my pain...

V2
Amerikkka, don't wanna fukk wit me.
Unless I get, a white chik.
2 wanna be, n my blak eye peas.
So I can make, presidentz...
Telln my people, 2 akt funny.
Unless we all, won't make it.
Being judged, n dis racist world.
Selln out, 4 da paper...
N soon as, da church get big.
Dey monitor, all my people.
So we don't start, no uprising.
Wit our hip-hop musik...
So dey keep it, watered down.
Wit all deze, phony m-cees.
Only rappn about, material wealth.
Gettn ganked, 4 dey cheeze...
N da government, got dem all.
Scared 2 kick it, fo' real.
Or hear dey come, like da racist klan.
Hoppn out, police vehicles...
Jus bekuz, I'm a real ganksta.
A bunch of foolz, wanna trip.
N soon as I, kick dey asses.
Dey wanna sue me, n shyt...
Crying n kourt, I stole dey gurl.
Kuz she was jokkn, my style.
Laughn at foolz, who spend dey fortune.
Jus 2 digg, my proz out...
Hearn sistaz, say dat dey down.
N dey'll alwayz love me.
N can't even, stay faithful 2 u.
Going 2 war, n da army...

V3
Dey build u up, 2 tear u down.
Like da Berlin Wall.
Haten on me, kuz I'm so real.
N dey wanna, see me fall...
Nobody knowz, what's going on.
But da man upstairz.
N every day, I ask God west up.
N I don't think, dat he cares...
Seeing my geez, standn on blokk
Gettn popped, wit some rocks.
Make bail, n get back out.
Haven a shoot out, wit gloxx...
Seeing da lives, we got 2 live.
2 get ahead, n da world.
Turning baxx, on our own people.
Jus 2 live, n da burbz...
Gettn harassed, by police daily
Kuz dey see, I won't stop.
Maken dis musik, 4 all my people
Gettn high, n da drop...
If da women, gon' blame da men.
Not being der, 4 da kidz.
Den blame women, teachn dey gurlz
2 play foolz, 4 dey grip...
N da pattern, will steady continue
2 our next, yung people.
Who don't have, no role modelz.
Unless we quit, bustn pistolz...
N u got sistaz, work 4 da system
Freakn up, all da lawz.
Who dey use, against a brotha.
N dey don't see, what'z going on...