Pain

[Voice sample from Star Trek V:]
I couldnt help but notice your pain
(My pain?)
It runs deep
Share it with me!
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Theyll never take me alive, Im gettin high with my four-five
****ed on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school kickin up dust
But now Im labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin weed helped me take away the pain
So Im hopeless rollin down the freeway swervin, dont worry
Im about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my ****in family, what else could I do
But be a thug
Out slangin with the homies
**** hangin with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young
But still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
And I aint goin back to court
So **** what you thought Im drinkin hennessey
Runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
Theres so much pain
[Chorus:]
Ohhhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
[Verse 2: Stretch]
Years and years of that rough life
Runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife
And livin trifed on the regular
Buckin outcompetitors
See a faker move and chase them down like the ****in predator
Get in trouble everyday in school
Act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin off for the bi*ches cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But my [?] grimiest with love for me
Pop, pop, pop
And send a sucka up above for me
Aiyyo currency kept passing me by, but I didnt cry
Broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke
And now the moneys looking lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bi*ches wanna rub me
Kick em the game
Its all the same
I kick it back yo
Give em slack yo
And now they label me the mack yo
People check it
Get disrespected if you front the the birdman
You heard man
Catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand
Damn! At least Im realistic with my biscuit
You know you get your ass twisted so run for cover
Me and my man got a plan kickin major dust
So if your on ***** look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame
Its a deep game
And my mama always cryin
Yo theres so much pain
[Chorus]
Ohhhh...
Ohhhh.. .
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
They got me mobbin like Im Loced
And ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my mother****in gloves on
I aint scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock ****ed playa if they press me
Bust on motherf***ers with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I aint lookin when Im - b-blaaastin
Im a nut and drinkin Hennessey and gettin high
On the lookout for my enemies, dont wanna die
Tell me why? Cause this stress is gettin major
A buck- fifty across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until Im dead and gone
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep
But will they can I see
And everyday it just a struggle
Steady thuggin in the streets
And Ill be ballin loc
Dont let em make you worry
Keep swingin at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a ***** from the gutta,
Word to Mutha Im touched
Im kickin dust up
Ready to bust
Im on the scene steady muggin mean
Until they kill me
Ill be livin this life
I know you feel me
Theres so much pain
[Chorus:]
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhhhh...