Feel My Pain Songtext

von Drag-On

As I sit an position myself
Am I cocky 'coz I only play my shit and listen to myself
Or am I strivin' for perfection? Answer that
Ah, fuck it I'm cocky and I about to perfect rap, nigga

And I roam these streets
That's why my songs is deeper than death itself
I went from no food in the fridge to a platter on my shelf and I watch it
And y'all ain't gotta give me that but keep ya hand out my pockets

Haters 'coz you makin' me nervous, it ain't worth it
We don't want no accident when I flip on purpose
'Coz we done seen so many tragedies done
September 11th, 2001 remember

Like, how could I forget, I lost my man pop in that shit
Help me get a grip
I think, I'm losin' it do
Because between life an death, I be confusin' the two

And sometimes, I don't give a fuck if I live or die
But I think if I don't give a fuck about myself who else will, I'm stressin'

Guess, I was raised the wrong way
That's why, I walk around with the long eighth
And done shed so many tears, I have none left
Sometimes, I sat and prayed for death

I feel like it's 11: 45 a quarter to 12
15 minutes to my days is over that's why it's hard to stay soba
So I drink in the rain and smoke in the sun
And create my own clouds not to think of the pain

Sometimes, I think I'm goin' insane
I get mad and shout, God's name in vain
Forgive me for my sins, he got me laughin' again
He got me back rappin' again now help me choose my friends

My gats the closest one to me
But if my gun could take the stand and tell, I'll be doin' life in jail
Like judge, he made me do it
It ain't the gun, it's the nigga behind it that shoot it, that's ruthless

You see, alot of niggaz, don't want drag to shine
Instead they wanna see drag locked up like my nigga Shyne
So you know what they try to do, leave a nigga behind
You know what it is, they envy me

Motherfuckin' niggaz held me back for 3 fucking years
And motherfuckin' niggaz left me for dead
Hopin' that the world would forget but you know what?
They didn't forget, they bought me back

And now, I'm in the greatest shape of my life
So now, I'm on some shit like fuck, y'all
All I give a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz only
I'm on some shit like

Y'all can suck these off
'Coz I don't need y'all to succeed y'all nigga
I know, you like my word play early
Like Nelly got country grammar like 'er day

I can go cold and still sell out shows
And make enough dough to get your feet choppin' not about your toes?
For comin' at me half steppin'
Talkin' like gangsta shit and ain't have no weapon, nigga

Ah, I got the best flow, I be the best in the Bronx
'Coz, I don't walk through the swamps
Strivin' through the alleys of death, recognize my destiny in life
Even if it takes my last breath, nigga

I walk in places where it could've been my last step
But God got me out of it, I love Him and I'm proud of it
Now can you feel my pain
See what I see walk in my shoes and still gon' keep sane, nigga