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