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    Refrain    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    Refrain