Pain (Capone-N-Noreaga)

From CNN world international, this is world news I don't think there is such a thing as a good war There are sometimes necessary wars It was something that had to be done The real war involves getting down there and killing people And being killed yourself or just barely escaping It gives you attitudes about God, life and death That are unattainable anywhere else I'm not sure I can speak about why human beings in general go to war I think that's a large category, they go to war because it's impossible not to Being shot, you saw them fall, because these things you saw And the fact that this is for real... Unh! Unh! Unh! Yo, yo! Waking up, cold in my eyes, two phillies ready rolled on the dresser My chick hatin', I won't stress her, Probably get her mad and pay attention much lesser Hit the closet up, brush my teeth and get fresher These things real you can bring your diamond tester I see through your glass my dude, like Large Professor My nigga died that night, lampin on the park bench I'm kinda hurt, I ain't been back to the park since See I'm a G holla, high like comets And I ain't with the shit, I despise all the garments Demise what you garbage, your whole team is green littered Which means your target's not safe in the markets I inherit niggaz beef quite frequently, that's why they call me Warrior N.O.R.E. When they speak of me, Gangsta, Monster Kody, parolee I'm on my Din, Hakeem, Allahu Akbar Swing big swords, cut in half a cop car My nigga Truth rock stock rims Magnum Fuck them groupie hoes cause we been done had them Bust nuts off, lower they facial I'm a Geto Boy like Bushwick and Face And I always had a record, I was born with a case I feel pain Been through it all in my life I done watched close niggaz to me die by the gun and the knife (I feel pain) This for niggaz on they own or locked up on the phone And they never comin home, y'know? (I feel pain) Look what happened to Haiti it's all crazy Everynight I go to sleep and kiss my baby (I feel pain) Everyday the same story, war hustle, territory We just try'na see the glory, y'know? Ayo it's fucked up my nigga Black Box died on christmas eve My other homie on his birthday Now we on the block thinkin revenge, not hearin what his Earth say Lookin at his seed make me want it in the worst way Besides that my other nigga got cancer and just found out that his wife is a dancer So many questions all I need is an answer I done did so much dirt ain't no room in the hamper, check it I got scars on top of scars, William Wallace renegade, Most of you niggaz sweeter than lemonade We bloody up your garments, nigga this is phonics I ain't speakin in ebonics take my words as a promise Get Obama on the line tell him raise the threat level We the last real niggaz standin when the dust settle When it's war dunn, the beef never stops It comes right back around like the hands on a watch Army fatigue, fox, 40 below Timbs 501 Denims, coca sales with no lens Just to see the snakes clear cause I ain't got no friends Only my brother from another mother we goes in My gun' the alarm, bullets fatter than Big Mama To deal with' the pain I smoke scamah (I feel pain)