Black boy came out blue yeah but naw I ain't cripping
I should of died on that table but I fought to keep living
There's a purpose for my life yeah I wouldn't make it through this dark day, Robert Gerald Raymond Wilson came In the world in a dark way
I thank the Lord that I lived this life that I did here
Times were rough my memories as a lil black kid here
I grew up fast I had to learn the ways of the streets yeah
Lord let it rain wash away these hurts cause I'm dealing with my
Pain Pain Pain Pain
Little brown baby Ripped from his mothers arms
She fought for me Alcohol set off all alarms
Up for adoption Mama couldn't get me
Beaten to a pulp By a mother that neglected me
I thank the Lord That I lived this life that I did here
Times were rough My memories as a little brown kid here
I grew up fast I had to learn the ways of the streets yeah
Lord let it rain wash away these hurts Cuz I'm dealing with my
Chorus Pain Pain Pain Pain
Poor lil White boy Nearly killed before birth Was dying inside of me Lost in my hurt
I had no purpose
Neglected in pain Lost in the drug game Was covered in shame
Chorus Pain Pain Pain Pain
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Black boy came out blue yeah but naw I ain't cripping
I should of died on that table but I fought to keep living
There's a purpose for my life yeah I wouldn't make it through this dark day, Robert Gerald Raymond Wilson came In the world in a dark way
I thank the Lord that I lived this life that I did here
Times were rough my memories as a lil black kid here
I grew up fast I had to learn the ways of the streets yeah
Lord let it rain wash away these hurts cause I'm dealing with my
Pain Pain Pain Pain
Little brown baby Ripped from his mothers arms
She fought for me Alcohol set off all alarms
Up for adoption Mama couldn't get me
Beaten to a pulp By a mother that neglected me
I thank the Lord That I lived this life that I did here
Times were rough My memories as a little brown kid here
I grew up fast I had to learn the ways of the streets yeah
Lord let it rain wash away these hurts Cuz I'm dealing with my
Chorus Pain Pain Pain Pain
Poor lil White boy Nearly killed before birth Was dying inside of me Lost in my hurt
I had no purpose
Neglected in pain Lost in the drug game Was covered in shame
Chorus Pain Pain Pain Pain
I should of died on that table but I fought to keep living
There's a purpose for my life yeah I wouldn't make it through this dark day, Robert Gerald Raymond Wilson came In the world in a dark way
I thank the Lord that I lived this life that I did here
Times were rough my memories as a lil black kid here
I grew up fast I had to learn the ways of the streets yeah
Lord let it rain wash away these hurts cause I'm dealing with my
Pain Pain Pain Pain
Little brown baby Ripped from his mothers arms
She fought for me Alcohol set off all alarms
Up for adoption Mama couldn't get me
Beaten to a pulp By a mother that neglected me
I thank the Lord That I lived this life that I did here
Times were rough My memories as a little brown kid here
I grew up fast I had to learn the ways of the streets yeah
Lord let it rain wash away these hurts Cuz I'm dealing with my
Chorus Pain Pain Pain Pain
Poor lil White boy Nearly killed before birth Was dying inside of me Lost in my hurt
I had no purpose
Neglected in pain Lost in the drug game Was covered in shame
Chorus Pain Pain Pain Pain
Writer: Robert Wilson
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