Everybody Got To Suffer

Refrain

You think that you the only one that got to suffer ??

You think that you the only one with pain to suffer ???

Everybody got a thing they gotta suffer.

Rich or poor don't matter gotta suffer.

Verse I

Rich man goes to the doctor gonna find out

All the rich food he ate gonna make him die of gout

Wife and kids are cryin - sufferin the pain

Wonderin if they don't change - gonna die the same

Woman's man is dead and gone - got no mo salary

Take her honey's Van Gogh to the art gallery

She gotta try to find some other things that she can sell

Now she knows how it feels livin in single parent hell

What about the woman ten kids in the ghetto-hood

The rich woman understands her sister did the best she could

Getting kicked around prostitution smokin crack

She had to work the streets makin money lyin on her back

The two are now connected with all that they been through

They seen the good that come from sufferin - they changed their point of view

It's gonna come to me and it's gonna come to you

Everybody's got some sufferin they gotta go through

Refrain

Verse II

Some brothers think that they was born only to die

Ready to die willin to kill and crucify

With the make believe fantasy violent life of a thug

They didn't realize it was their own grave that they dug

With vulgar intelligent rhymes they confuse

On the same cd they wonder if God will excuse

Fascination guns clips and chicks I can't explain

But I know they all be sufferin -

Can't deal with the pain

Every move they make is a calculated step

It brings them one step closer to embrace an early death

Lookin back one brother wished he was killed as a baby

They all trapped in a thug storm - it got em goin crazie

Some a y'all got gifts I give props for ya skill

Gotta chill - be still - knock off the thrill to kill

Too much talent - already been wasted

I thank God for y'all - know you're appreciated

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Verse III

I don't think the thug thing is cool I think the thug thing is cold

Check out what happened to the boy in the park he was just eight years old

A thug drug dealer chasin down another thug brother

Ran into the park there was the boy with his mother

For the sake of frontin bluntin presidential Benjamin greed

The kid caught a stray in the face and started to bleed

That Saturday - a tragic day - a boy had to die

What do you say to the mother when she come screamin why

They entertain platinum violence kids get slain its insane

2-pac and Biggie and the boy it's a constant refrain

Pray to abstain from the lie sustain the truth

We got to come together y'all we loosin mad youth

Pain is a part of life its somethin we all feel

Give your time and your money to the needy keep it real

Sufferin is like a good thief it gives no warnin

Let's stop playin the game, fa real, God is callin