[Intro: Louis Farrakhan sample]

Brothers, brothers, we all in pain

The man of God, he got his Bible but he's in pain

The Muslim, he got his Qu'ran, he's in pain

[Verse 1: A.G.]

I was born in the middle of the darkness

Where the hopeless turn to heartless

So I wrote this, consider this God's gift

A shining light, overcome the hardships

Lucky for the chance to do my dance

Big L in Amsterdam, fell in love in France

Lovers in Japan, catch me if you can

A world tour with Diamond my man

See me on the Berri Can

Spread hope to every man related to the struggle

It's a jungle, sometimes it make me wonder

About the violence and the hunger

So I speak about the blunders, try to teach the younger

Dancing in the rain, motivated by the thunder

I'm designed to hear teardrops

And repeat it when the snare's chopped

[Break: Louis Farrakhan]

All of us are in pain

And do you know, brothers

When you're in pain

Your brain releases hormones

That actually can deaden pain

[Verse 2: Chino XL]

I'm feeling sentimental over this monumental instrumental

Hoping that I don't offend you with my murder menu

I'm spitting afflicted non-fiction in the venue

Any likeness to persons living or dead are coincidental (Nah)

You ain't gotta be a higher scholared psychologist

To realise they've replaced good journalists with gossip columnist

Young men in colleges wearing their pants androgynous

I stay high surrounded by more greenery than botanists

I ain't after fame, tell a friend to tell a friend

I'm after words like the end of the end

They try to stop me every way that they can

But lyric fans try to tell 'em Chino's pen will live to kill again

For years, hated myself, duct taped my mouth

It's weird, cried so much, my tear ducts dried out

Aristotle be startled to find out which part of my heart is gone

So many sacrificed a lot so we can ride on this art form

[Break: Louis Farrakhan]

But as long as you, as a man, lay down at night and dream about your greatness

But you are never able to manifest how great you are

[Verse 3: Chino XL]

Hip-hop saved my life from a childhood that was violent

Chianardo DiCaprio escaping out of Shutter Island

My writings Poseidon that landed me in an insane asylum

Deciding what I should rhyme about it or to keep it private

Sometimes I find it hard to breathe like Colorado's climate

Mind so fluid that it could rival B-Real's hydroponic

Lyric Jesus, lungs are bionic, sicker than violent vomit

Wordsmith on the front line while y'all just stand behind it

Rewind it compared to churches' conscious controversies

My words clutch your heart like old white racist women clutching their purses

When I retire, will rap forget me, kinda like a '60s hippie

Or beg me to come back like Prince on Darling Nikki

I remember seeing A.G. and Finesse freestyle

Wishing that could be me up there, but I was just a juvenile

In time I'd become what I'd die for

Even the Pope can give up his religion but I can't let hip-hop go

[Outro: Louis Farrakhan sample]

The pain of being non-productive

Makes you seek pleasure that keeps you non-productive

Look at it, look at it, brothers

Each one of you is in pain

We in pain, brothers

We live with constant pain

Nobody knows our pain but God and us

And you know deep down inside, you are as great

As any man of greatness that you've heard about, read about or seen in real life

You know you are as great as any one of them, possibly greater