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 A child sits alone and listens to his mother cry about how she wants to die because she cannot provideAnd her children sleep together because it's so cold outside and she don't know that he hears her but she keeps him up all night
 And his sisters will be mothers like her
 And his brothers, absent fathers like theirs
 He'll grow up to shoot some men, so in turn he'll get shot back
 My bullet wounds start to ache, I predict rain
 And that's pain
 A child laid alone couldn't sleep, she'd toss and turn fidgety and finicky, like the skin she was in burned
 And her father had to teach her what a mother only should and it took her further than any college degree could, but it was just no good
 What the boy liked the most was the way she never let it show
 And since he found her body, he just sits out on the coast
 All alone with the oceans, moan, skipping stones with her ghost
 And that's pain
 It's the motherfuckin' boogeyman
 I drop to my knees and pray that I can change my ways
 I've been watching people die since I was a boy
 My own life don't even matter to me, imagine how I feel about yours
 Growing up just means a game where two kids fight over a weapon and the loser is slain
 You best be man enough to squeeze the gun right in his heart, because his head won't always get it done
 And that's pain
 Pain ain't the scars or the cuts pain is when you know you're not enough
 Pain is possessing no trust, pain is when you don't feel what you touch
 Pain ain't shooting a man dead, it's afterward, what happens in your head
 Pain is when you never ever scare and you see and hear things that aren't there
 
 
		
		
	
 
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