A child sits alone and listens to his mother cry about how she wants to die because she cannot provide And her children sleep together because its so cold outside and she dont 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 Hell grow up to shoot some men so in turn hell get shot back My bullet wounds start to ache i predict rain
And thats pain A child laid alone couldn't sleep shed 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 thats pain
Its the motherfuckin boogeyman I drop to my knees and pray that i can change my ways Ive been watching people die since i was a boy My own life dont 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 thats pain
Pain ain't the scars or the cuts pain is when you know youre not enough Pain is possessing no trust pain is when you dont feel what you touch Pain ain't shooting a man dead its afterward what happens in your head Pain is when you never ever scare and you see and hear things that arent thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
