King Braize - Came From Pain

Who the one teaching us guidance
Who preparing us for the war
And if we get caught then who the one teaching silence
Why we behaving so violent
Who that that taught us it's a must that we bomb on our tyrants
Where are the people just like us
Where we learned balance
How can I talk to you business yet still blend in with the lifers
Some lessons installed since in diapers
We was just slaves to them yesterday
And whipped to our knees for knowing to read
Then they gave us a bible and let us pray
The things you don't see
Because of they greed they're taught to just conquer us
Separate skin tone and gender
Adult and the children
It still takes a village to elevate
If you give me a second I'll educate you on a history lesson
We don't own boats
So we didn't bring that coke
We don't make no medal
They giving me weapons
I can't thank no white lord for my life
Thank my ancestors for giving me blessings
Sending me spirits through all of these years
And casting them spells to keep me protected
And helping them demons to keep me neglected
We all survive under pressure
When it come from pain in the ghetto
It's some things you'll never let go
Like how to survive under pressure
We all survive under pressure
From the pains in the ghetto
We came from pain
Look all my life I had to fight for the things I don't got
So imagine the things I do got
And all these years of tryna search for the person I am
Just to find out who I'm not
And I envisioned all the things Imma see at the top
It's everything I've dreamed about
But these crooked crackers tryna put a nigga in a box
The same one I'm thinking out of
They tripping
You'll never catch me slipping
I'm different
I will never fall victim to no system
If you got an ounce of wisdom in yo brain you better pay attention and listen
My ancestors sent me down here to go to work
I'll die for my bosses
My failed attempts made me the man who I am
Bitch I'll die for me losses
Do you understand the pain of riding with your gang and you see death often
And your enemies are tryna make a name out your vain
They'll blow a hole in your coffin
Please proceed with caution
Using these crimes to disrespect us
Like slavery was much better
Tell them white folk to hold that lecture
We all survived under pressure
We all survive under pressure
When it come from pain in the ghetto
It's some things you'll never let go
Like how to survive under pressure
We all survive under pressure
From the pains in the ghetto
We came from pain

Written by:
V Williams

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