Painful

[Intro: Ché Noir] Yo, look [Verse 1: Ché Noir & 38 Spesh] If I had a chance to talk to a younger me I'd tell her, "Slow it down, ain't no rush for the luxuries" Started poor, just know the money you want don't come from trees Talk about your pain, stop getting drunk to numb your grief It's hard for you to trust, they don't cherish the love you bring You just a kid taking care of your mother's seeds Preparin' 'em for bed, combin' hair up and brushin' teeth Dealin' with the pain you feel when a parent becomes a fiend Nah, you can't express yourself, that be the worst The way you get treated hurts You had many thoughts of leaving earth You got responsibilities of a teen from birth So you can't stay focusеd, think you need a man to see your worth Just know there ain't no success without a strugglе Spend more time with your bro, it might've kept him out of trouble They say it takes a village to grow a child (Yeah) Would've been ahead if I knew then what I'm knowin' now [Verse 2: 38 Spesh] Ayo, I kept re-in' up so much that I ain't get a chance to save I'm stuck in my financial ways I'm from the school of hard knocks and this block my financial aid Nigga, we was the examples made Was locked twenty-three hours inside a cage 'cause I can't behave Every three days, a nigga got a chance to bathe That's where I learned to handle rage Grab paper, write my plan on the page That's how I channel pain I been through that Arm & Hammer phase I had a trap house on every corner, it's like I ran a maze White boy dope heads that would sample trays They let me work out they house like a handsome slave These the niggas that y'all stand and praise? Think he the man of the rain 'til my bullets rain on your champ parade Y'all lames don't understand the game Walkin' 'round with them hollow-ass chains soundin' like tambourines, trust [Verse 3: Freeway] This how I breathe, making due while sittin' in the dark This how I grieve, pour it in the music, this is art Nigga, try me, keep the FN-eezy, he get sparked Like the hi-def, might cut his chest open just to see his heart We at war, constantly sinnin', but we don't see the cost Jack passed, son passed, daughter passed, we at loss Push the latest widebody S-Class through the easy pass No, they don't deserve me, why they need me? Why I'm hurtin' for? One thing for certain, they gon' need me 'fore I need them Catch you when I leave town, tie 'em up, an even score Furthermore, I got Young Chris blessings This is street knowledge gifted, this is 38 Special We are movin' on up like the Jeffersons I left 'em in the basement with the haters, this the ninety-eighth level, nigga We was tearin' it in Philly 'cause our net bigger Made a million in the trenches 'fore I met Jigga Entered in the music business, then I robbed the bank Chris Wallace, pray the next year be much bigger (Baby, baby)