Pain
startin the day rubbin on his eyesprayin to GOD hopin not another friend dies
the life is PAIN but what can a man do
always wiping his tears, no one to talk to
prayin 4 better days with the promise to hold on
lookin to GOD, help me father be4 i am gone
this life of sin has been set upon me
a choice of a pass through darkness unable to see
a world of change 4 worse but not better
if this man's demise is tomarrow, let this be a lost letter...
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