Pain

I can't even begin to explain

 The type of s**t that remains on my brain

 The love and hate that run's thru my veins or my cool composure I try to maintain. 

My up's and downs that I go thru daily.

 The pain I feel from not seeing my babies,

  the names I get called from bein' to shady

 and the days I don't wanna act like a lady.

Me and my ni**a can't get along for a minute,

  I hate to say it,

  but I only feel loved when he's in it.

 Now I might  just be in one of my moods again but this bull**it has to come to an end.

People are always quick to judge.

 My own family talk down cause I dance in a club.

 And my friends,

 them h**'s don't wanna see me come up,

 they love when I'm down and having bad luck.

But haters make the world go round like they say,

 and as long as I keep these fakes away

 then I know I'll live to see another day. 

Keep my head held up high, let all the hatred pass by, and shall I feel pain don't be ashamed to cry. 

Just let it all out and cleanse my soul,

 and keep on goin' until I get old.