Intro - Slimmy B, Bruce

Whether you win or lose, is dependent upon your choices

But at times, your choices is dependent upon your pain

Listen, pain is a suffering and is known as discomfort

Continuous disappointments leading to a trust that is punctured

And yet I don’t shy from pain, it’s the shit that strengthens me

Eagerly and intuitively, I reach for pain facing defeat

You see I can’t lose, nigga that’s what they expected

My pain made a beast, nigga that’s why I’m respected

It’s irony in love and money, yeah we gon' get to that cash

But real pain is ones you love, lovin' you, for the bag

So when she say she love me, I tell her she a joke

How much love would the bitch have if I was walkin' around broke?

She attracted to my status, but shit, she ain’t at fault

I’m him, not them bitch, so anything else is a loss

I’m really from the North, forced, to grow up rapidly

Where showin' love get you killed and we grew numb to tragedy

Don’t question how we grieve, it’s the reflection of our pain

You ever touch one of mine, and then we slidin' in they name

What that nigga Slimmy say?

You ain’t been through what I been through

So before you judge me, what yo' pain do to you?