Lyrics:

Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me going through a thang
God feel my pain
(x4)
There comes a time, where, you have to think to yourself, when you lose someone, how you gonna take that pain away?
I got Sons Of Funk, with me, Fiend, and my people Master P and Silkk
They ready to tell you how I feel, trapped, everyday life

Everytime I open my eyes, I thank God for waking this soldier
Cus in this cruel world, it's hard to walk these streets being sober
It hurts, trying to get over all the weight on my shoulders
Mine used to be babysitters, buying boulders
It's all on me to really accept that I lost my brother
And be strong and just to go on since we share the same mother
Pillows and covers can't smother the pain that I have
Sometimes I feel like I lost my better half, so sad
But that's the way of the ghetto, see your life is ready made
It's an accomplishment to pass 8th grade
See here, they hate my city, giving us the pushers and tramps for our highs
Selling them buku food stamps at night
I lit the porch lamp, until my lil cousin came in
Cus I can't afford to lose another kin
The life of living is thin, you could lose it if it came today
Rained away, you'd be wondering how to take the pain away

Tell me what we gonna do? The world ain't the same yeah
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain
(x2)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me going through a thang
God feel my pain
(x4)

The world ain't the same, from the cradel to the grave
Dear mama keep your head up, I'm trying to get paid
These ghetto tears got me out there, wanting to scream
My auntie 35, but bumping 17 off a dope fiend
I lived my whole life to stack some chips
And it's a shame when your own homie, sank your ship
And mama crying... Cus churches be packed
And all your family and friends dressed in black
And it's so sad, to see your homies leave this earth
Some say ball 'til you fall, now it's ashes and dirt
Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped between heaven and hell
In the ghetto purgatory, with fiends and crack sales

Tell me what we gonna do? The world ain't the same yeah
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain
(x2)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me going through a thang
God feel my pain
(x4)

You might catch me walking with my head down, in the pouring rain
Trying to find answers to questions, nobody can seem to explain
I coulda been born son of a king
Instead I was born son of a killer, surrounded by dealers and fiends
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer
Why my brother got shot? And my grandmother died of cancer?
Now through it all I tried to ball and keep it real
They say they don't feel what I feel, I guess cause they don't live where I live
Now see my mom tried to be strong, my brother died, didn't wanna see her cry
But I seen her through the face of the mirror, wiping tears from her eyes
And my next door neighbor committed suicide, was it cus of stress?
And if it was, was it that bad, that he would choose death?

Tell me what we gonna do? The world ain't the same yeah
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain
(x2)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me going through a thang
God feel my pain
(x4)

Sitting here trying to take the pain away
See this one here is for all my ghetto people, out there, fighting these street wars
This for all my ghetto fiends out there
To all my No Limit soldiers, to everybody in the penitentiary, I feel your pain
There's ain't nothing like being free, trying to take the pain away
Rest in peace Kevin Bailey, Kevin Miller
Trying to take the pain away
Fiend