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[Intro:Alan Watts ]
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Now you might say then
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The Buddhist philosophy to suffering
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Is not at all one of turning away from it
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Of solving the problem of suffering by turning ones back on it nd escaping it
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Rather its whole attitude is
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That the solution of solving the problem of human pain
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Whether it be physical or whether it be moral
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Is to go right into it
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[Verse 1]
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You live your life through Kodak moments
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Hopeless hoping they all notice
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Call this growth or natural progress
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But most illnesses are cultured
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So you rent cars with your rent money
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Champagne well spent money
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Ball out and then fall out
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With your friends in jail you never sent money
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Your the man right? damn right
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And you swear to God there all hating
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You get more beef see the down side
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So outside them niggas waiting on you
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No doubt another pagan on you
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New Town another station on you
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Convince that feds can't take it from you
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For all the hype you get a label on you but still
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You got no deal but they Know the deal cos real
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If you write that and you like that then they will [they will]
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You leave the streets and then come right back
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And you know your mum she don't like that
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And you tell her like it ain't like that
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And the rap money still yet to come
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And that trap money still ain't enough
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And them young g's are now growing up
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And wheres are your friends? feds locked em up
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And you meet a girl in this London club
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And she got a glass and you top it up
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And you got a girl but your not in love
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And you had a girl but shes not the one and that's pain
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[Chorus]
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And that's pain [x 3]
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If i could write a song about
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'Bout pain
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And i could write a song about
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'Bout pain
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And i could write a song about pain
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Write a song about pain x 2
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[Verse 2]
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Let me just write a song about pain
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Young struggles guns, beef and cocaine
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All those lonely nights that you prayed
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All those life choices you made
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I mean you hear a tale about drug dealers
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Old phones couple young niggas
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Rich dreams poor upbringings
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Same walk of life but trying run a business
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You find a block and then lock that
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You sell a dream and they cop that
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You buy a strap and then pop that
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Tryna take a life and then got
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And that real life for them real niggas
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Serving life and you relive it
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Every time your alone that's real prison
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Real Friends but they rarely visit
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That's P.A in the P,A
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I ain't gotta spell it out when i relay
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Every word in the verse they relate
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Why you gotta bend the truth? my nigga be straight
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Cah that's how bad boys behave
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Kilo's buy these new chains
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That's how wreck-less we save
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Still I'm around this mess that we made
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And the rap money still yet to come
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And that trap money still ain't enough
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And them young g's are now growing up
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And wheres are your friends? feds locked em up
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And that's ****ed up and that's tough luck
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Another life gone and that's one/one
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Two families cry and that tough love
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And shes so ashamed but that's mum son and that pain |