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letra de smoke away the pain - sin-city

[verse 1:sin-city]

my tracks are packed with facts you be guess’n
since rap is a bless’n, i’ma take it back to the essence
i grew cut sting’n, from rough swing’n, foul luck cling’n
bound to be a thug sling’n, cause of my upbring’n
in school there was the haves and have-nots
i was the never had, look’n for some bread to bag, wish’n i had a better dad
was born to lose my shirt and shoes, drew a crowd
i had holes in my jeans, but it wasn’t cool or in style
chumps and cruel punks for neighbors, with a few lumps from haters
so poor i was save’n food from school lunch for later
live’n conditions pitiful, f-ck getting political
was a kid that you would ridicule from the beginning of middle school
no dough or gold to glisten only mold and rats
was come’n home to have my sh-t miss’n sold for crack
so you can bet your chips my wits are heavily twisted
i been embedded with sick sh-t and bred as a misfit

[chorus:sin-city]

you know the name but know that we ain’t grow the same
i roll the mary jane and i smoke away the pain
when copin with the shame of feelin hopeless in the game
i roll the mary jane and i smoke away the pain

[verse 2:sin-city]

some time p-ssed, now i’m hit’n the streets
for the bros and sisters to eat, as mom’s addiction increased
i seen more fiends than the carter, on the scenes scheme and barter
i stop to prey to god and it seemed to rain harder
a teen that’s strong indeed it’s on to survive
and with my older siblings gone it’s on me to provide
so now i’m take’n pape’s and drugs, aim’n straight with the snub
special ’38 with a glove, in bed i’m labeled a thug, but
n0body’s coach’n me, this ain’t how life’s supposed to be
rob’n cats just as broke as me, try’n get dough for groceries
f-ck sit’n school, instead i’m pick’n up tools
dip’n with crews in the sh-t that wasn’t hit’n the news
when thick with a bad crew
i’m quicker to bag you
i made a victim of mad fools
i did what i had to
was quick to snap on a sucka
pull’n gats on the bustas
who could i trust my own brother hustled crack to my mother
what the f-ck?

[chorus:sin-city]

you know the name but know that we ain’t grow the same
i roll the mary jane and i smoke away the pain
when cope’n with the shame of feel’n hopeless in the game
i roll the mary jane and i smoke away the pain

[bridge:sin-city, josh mirk & james rock]]

smoke, roll it up smoke
light it up smoke
choke’n on smoke
smoke away the pain

[verse 3:sin-city]

so now i bless the beats
these wretched streets took the best of me
stand tall when pressure peaks
and never question your destiny
could test your chin and jaw, but i use my pencil to brawl
maybe knock some sense into y’all cause i done been through it all
i feed you facts through rage and keep it a stack on my ways
each track that is laid represents the demographically caged
roll up it helps to numb pain
i lived the life that some claim
some lose and some gain
i ain’t never been one to complain
so f-ck mope’n depressed i smoke to cope with the stress
i’m focused so i first brace for the worse and hope for the best
and until i’m put in the dirt i’m fast to put in some work
my past shoulda been better but it coulda been worse
on tracks the facts i’m leaving
i was packin gats and thieving
now i’m rapping with my legion cause sh-t happens for a reason

- sin city

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