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letra de the pain is deep - big hit

[intro]
i know the pain is deep, mm mmm
don’t hear me tho

[verse 1]
if this is heaven
i would hate to see h-ll
all i got is bad feelings
that’s making me dwell for solitary confinement
for twenty-three hours
seven days
crackers say you only take three showers
all these cell cowards
sending death through the walls
can’t drink the water
cause it’s pourin’ death thru the stalls
dawg, i’m all f-cked up in the box
they took my stomach
from hearin’ n-ggas talk to the cops
just eatin’ the slop
hopin’ mail come through
just to take you away from what h-ll brung you
all it did for me
was polish my stride
up in my heart
so when it’s time i can swallow my pride
’cause the feds got a habit of making you wanna
wanna tell you all your life that you only a number
and that’s enough to make a n-gga to say f-ck this
i’m servin’ dead-end sh-t
runnin’ up in department of justice
with chips on your shoulder
extra clips in your holster
set examples
let ’em know what the f-ck is a soldier
and that’s a damu
who gon’ die for the cause
put his life on the line to give less time to his dawgs
whether juvenile hall or max usps
whether crip or blood
the fact is we all g’z
heh, y’all don’t hear me tho
you’ve ain’t never been hear me
ugh i know the pain is deep
[hook]
these judges so pitiful
so quick to get rid of you
so biased
hundred years have you cryin’
all we know is crime
tryna wiggle out the bind
i ain’t lyin’
all we lookin’ forward to is dyin’

[verse 2]
i know the pain is deep
sh-t can get tricky in a blink of an eye
i’ve been in some really tricky situations
like under the gun
with a gun in my hand
police just screamin’
don’t drop it you’re dead
bag for the bread
pockets for the lead
bullsh-t like f-ck up
just stuck in my head
all i see is steel beds and them concrete walls
screamin’ four o’clock stand in, count to the boss
aw h-ll naw
a n-gga havin’ flashbacks
though no matter how many times i said i’ll never be back
but how can you bick back and be bool with the bullsh-t
politricks set up to bool with the crips
we be bustin’ down fliccs on the yards together
tearin’ sheets sliding kites through the bars together
n-ggas speak on situations they know nothin’ about
creatin’ triggeration
grand jurors is foul
snitchin’ on h-lla sh-t about sh-t irrelevant
warrants for your residence on circumstantial evidence
straight inadmissible
the da’s despicable
[hook]
these judges so pitiful
so quick to get rid of you
so biased
hundred years have you cryin’
all we know is crime
tryna wiggle out the bind
i ain’t lyin’
all we lookin’ forward to is dyin’

[bridge]
i know the pain is deep
i gotta rob or steal to eat
n-ggas hate so i keeps the heat
it’s f-cked up in the penitentiaries
when the pain gon’ stop?

[outro by double]
big hit
glad you home cuz
seen that sh-t you put out with hit-boy
that’s the type of sh-t that n-ggas need to see
you know what i’m sayin
restore some sh-t
yea n-gga
we need some organization out here
old ogs like you is necessary
we need n-ggas like you cuz
you got n-ggas out here
you gotta update a phone
spittin’ on they phones
and send a message to another n-gga
gotta get this g sh-t back into place
you can be the n-gga to do it
ima say it cuz
a real blood n-gga

- big hit

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