Discover the poetic beauty in ‘So Much Pain’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Rest in peace to my n**** Stretch, my n**** ‘Pac
So much pain
Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah
All my, n****s.. so much pain
Uhh.. huh, yeah
Yeah, so.. much..
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
[Ja Rule]
They’ll never take me alive, I’m gettin high with my fo’-five
C***ed on these n****z time to die
Even as a lil’ n****, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
I shed the tear, cause this n**** here inherits the pain
And now I’m labeled as a thug n**** – you know the game
Smokin weed, f***in hoes, slangin thangs, that’s the life I live
Even if I tried to go back I’d get lost (come back)
And everything I seem to love I done lost
F*** the world if they can’t understand me
What else could I do? I had to feed my f***in family
Yo’ lies is my truth, so I’m a drug to your youth
And you don’t want ’em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me
I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
My city’s full of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
N**** so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I don’t give a f*** ’cause they don’t give a f*** ’bout me
So I keep – drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies
Will I live to see twenty-three? There’s so much pain
[Chorus]
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I’m tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I’m tired of the strain and the pain
[Ja Rule]
Years and years of strugglin all my life
Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin ’em right
I’m in a – little cell I call my soul lately
It’s been a – givin me hell and my heart is screamin, “Don’t enter”
I’ve been cursed, for what it’s worth I feel dead
Spittin to you, I know I’m in way over my head
But Lord hear me, I believe in your “7 Day Theory”
Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)
Too hot for you to stand near me
It’s so much pain, and n****z want to kill me
I’m tired of the stress and the strain
But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me
They’re blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me
My face in, Hennessy with no chaser
Coke rises on every way in – keep us hustlin n****
Me and my man got a plan to get this paper n****
So if you owe n****, look for the gauge to blow n****
I figured I’d be considered a killer
Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind
I, can’t express my compa**ion, my satisfaction
for gettin f***ed up and blastin – we all been there
Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
And wipe the tears from yo’ mother’s eyes – so much pain
[Chorus] – repeat 2X
(“They’ll never take me alive…” -> 2Pac)
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I’m tired of the strain and the pain
(“They’ll never take me alive…” -> 2Pac)
Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain
(“They’ll never take me alive…” -> 2Pac)
I’m tired of the strain and the pain
(“They’ll never take me alive…” -> 2Pac)
Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo
(“C***ed on these suckers, time to die” -> 2Pac)
[2Pac]
They got me mobbin like I’m – loc’d and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherf***in gloves on
I ain’t scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
Trust, I got my glock c***ed, playa if they press me
Bust on motherf***ers with a – PA**ION
Better duck ’cause I ain’t lookin when I’m – BA-BLASTIN
I’m a nut and drinkin Hennessy
And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies
Don’t want to die, tell me why?
Cause the stress gettin major
A buck-fifty ‘cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I’m dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep
I’m real they can not see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets
And I be, ballin loc, don’t let ’em make you worry
Keep swingin at these suckers ’til you buried
I was born to raise – hell, a n**** from the gutter, word to mother
I’m tough – I’m kickin dust up, ready to bust
I’m on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me
I’ll be livin this life, I know you feel me
There’s so much pain
[Chorus] – repeat 2X w/ variations
Ooooohhhhh, pain