The Order - Pain lyrics

[Verse 1] Michael was shot in the street Murdered by f**in' police Sisters, the brothers, the fathers, the mothers The streets are beginnin' to weep Innocent brothers who covered in color It seem like we die every week f** it, I'm Malcolm X My people in critical need of a speech Should I be worried? Should I be worried to walk out the door? Please do not shoot me Please do not shoot me, I'm goin' to the store My mama be worried She just expectin' for me to come home The world is crazy The reason my daughter gets schoolin' at home Father forgive me, you know I be sinnin' I woke up this mornin', I'm panickin' Still can't believe it That Robin Williams, the suicide d**h was so troubling People are dyin' City of Ferguson started a riot Shoot up another They just want people afraid of the siren [Interlude] A local 18 year old was shot and k**ed by police in Ferguson [Hook] My city in pain, my n***as in pain, the world is in pain How much more pain do we gotta contain? How much more pain do we gotta contain? I pray that one day all this sh** gonna change My city in pain, my n***as in pain, the world is in pain How much more pain do we gotta contain? How much more pain do we gotta contain? [Verse 2] f** is still wrong with America? Obama got us hysterical We gon' need God, we gon' need savin' I think we need us a miracle They say the pain never made it Why can't nobody explain it? Meanin' to tell me that all of them people are missing? It's f**in' outrageous How many soldiers gon' die again? People so filled up with violence Takin' our lives and it's done by the ISIS They k** us to send us the messages [Interlude] So any attempt by you, Obama, will result in the bloodshed of your people [Verse 3] f** 'em, we never love 'em Innocent babies are taken from mothers We are in trouble and life is a struggle See we need some guidance, we turn to each other Lord, don't get it twisted Brenda, she can't find her lil' baby She's 17 What the f** are you gon' do with a baby? These n***as crazy Challenges burnin' theirself on the daily f** your complainin' I seen the look on them babies in Haiti [Hook] [Interlude] You took my son away from me. You know how hard it was to get him to stay in school and graduate? You know how many black men graduate? Not many, because you bring them down to this type of level where they feel like they don't got nothin' to live for anyway, they gon' try to take me out anyway [Hook]