Lyrics
A child sits alone and listens to his mother cry about how she wants to die because she cannot provide
And her children sleep together because it's so cold outside and she don't know that he hears her but she keeps him up all night
And his sisters will be mothers like her
And his brothers, absent fathers like theirs
He'll grow up to shoot some men, so in turn he'll get shot back
My bullet wounds start to ache, I predict rain
And that's pain
A child laid alone couldn't sleep, she'd toss and turn fidgety and finicky, like the skin she was in burned
And her father had to teach her what a mother only should and it took her further than any college degree could, but it was just no good
What the boy liked the most was the way she never let it show
And since he found her body, he just sits out on the coast
All alone with the oceans, moan, skipping stones with her ghost
And that's pain
It's the motherfuckin' boogeyman
I drop to my knees and pray that I can change my ways
I've been watching people die since I was a boy
My own life don't even matter to me, imagine how I feel about yours
Growing up just means a game where two kids fight over a weapon and the loser is slain
You best be man enough to squeeze the gun right in his heart, because his head won't always get it done
And that's pain
Pain ain't the scars or the cuts pain is when you know you're not enough
Pain is possessing no trust, pain is when you don't feel what you touch
Pain ain't shooting a man dead, it's afterward, what happens in your head
Pain is when you never ever scare and you see and hear things that aren't there