Pain-Jus-P

Pain - Jus-P [intro] Theres one brain Theres two halves to one brain One halfs the pen, the other halfs a steel Check the story [chorus 2x] Pain, yo, is all I feel Imma die wit my pen, or imma die wit my steel [king just] A young shorty on the block, wit no props Fightin every day, turn the pot, and crackin beer top In the hallway, gettin *****ed up, everyday You ever thought about goin to school? no way I always thought Id be a big rap star Drive fancy cars and travel like far Aha, dream didnt come true, now its 1982 So what the hell you want me to do? I wanna sell drugs and hang wit the thugs From the projects, and own a nickel plated tech But yet, I still got the skill to rock the crowd I guess rappin should just be style But now, I cant take it no more Im ready to get my gat and tell you face down to floor Give me what you got, ni**a, sh*t is real Imma die wit my pen, or imma die wit my steel [chorus 2x] [king just] So damn confused, this life just dont seem the same Kids on the smelly court, playin the ghetto games I reminisce about the sh*t that I did You couldnt be soft and live where I lived Cuz only the strong survive, and the weak die Well aint that a *****, oh, my, my, my Momma, why I gotta be like that? Face the fact, I want the respect of my ghetto back So I dig deep cuz I got a lot to give As the world turns, but only one life to live So come on my children, lets start rebuildin A new foundation for every mans nation I try to make a stand, but every stands a downfall I sat on the bench while other kids played ball Its not the fact that I lack athletic Id rather grab a pen and pad, and get poetic [chorus 2x] [king just] Bow, boom, bang, same to the 90s Two-six mob, ni**a, thats where youll find me Down wit black fist, now, my promos on kiss And everybody around town wants to talk sh*t I guess thats the way life goes, I guess no one knows Yo, we all choose our own roads So you choose yours, and imma choose mine Who knows, we just might make it at the same time Define, yo, the meanin of jealously And I show you a hundred rappers that cant ***** wit me True, so whats the moral to the story? The God is on his way to glory, but yet theres more g. I became that ni**a to the cess My lifestyle change and now its headed to the west I guess, I have to do some shows out there But when I appear, the crowd shook wit fear Yo, I cant die wit my steel I got a career now, to make at the top of my field So you ask, how does the story end? One love to shaolin, we gotta die wit our pen [chorus 4x] [outro] Yo this is a message from the god Dreams come true only if you make em happen One love to shaolin