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Born From Pain Black Gold

Digging deep into the ground Black gold seeking, hell bound Enter dark shafts Early up and old Wrecking themselves Misery unfolds It eats their flesh,

ll fuck a yella broad are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth Im from the South, what ya

[T-Pain - Chorus] All I Do is win win win no matter what Got money on mind I can never get enough Whenever me and Khaled do the remix Everybody hands

my cousin the gold thangs cop a burn and turn it over like a flapjack mo money mo money for black market on the black market, yeah

the government's not trying to kill me The krazy king to whom even himself remains anonymous From conditioning to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises To myself, born

my window (yeah) It done been seventeen years of pain But i'm still here though Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window It done been seventeen years of pain

the suffering that you'll pay for the eternal hapiness There isn't truth more, gold from the truth of grief, One thousand times to be born, one thousand

all the pain will be worthwhile (From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From

, KLC slanging birds So stop stunting dog bitch calm your nerves Born a crack baby grew up to be a g Whip that ass like I had a badge from NOPD Like a