House of Pain
Paul Wall & Chamillionaire Lyrics


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Exit the realest road, on the highway
It's my block homie, now you headed my way
Ignore her, like nice cars in the driveway
Walk inside, and let your troubles fly away
Hmmm-hmmm-hmm, I feel your pain
I feel your pain, it's the house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain, aah
Walking that hallway where mom say, she get treated the wrong way
And all day, dude just argue about it all day
And all they, never handle it in a calm way
She throws stuff at him, while he tries to hop out of harm's way
And y'all say, that it ain't no place like home
Which is true, cause home is really like no place I've known
They can't see the light is dark, even with the light bulbs on
But even when the good times day, life goes on
Yeah look in the bathroom, look at this girl throwing up
Naw she's not sick, but she's sick of life cause she knows it sucks
'Cause her father's, not around to see her growing up
Her birthday's tomorrow, we know that bastard ain't showing up
Look at him po'ing up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat liquor like the prescription
He's broke and he blame mama, cause she can't fix him
Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the family became victims
But don't piss him off, cause you know that he's violent
You know he won't quit, throwing his fist till she's silent
911, can somebody please dial it
Lord please, could you help me put a end to this riot

[Chorus]
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmmm-hmm, I feel your pain
I feel your pain-I feel your pain, welcome to the house of pain

Open the door to my home, and you'll see nobody man
And a sign that says, welcome to nobody land
Now if you take a look around, you will see it's so easy
To notice the pain, and my mother's heart bleeding
Trying to make ends meet, ain't no father to help
But besides the bills she needs some love herself
Now she's screaming her son's name, Lil' Ro come home
Thirty minutes passed, she realized Yung Ro gone
He can't deal with the stress, embedded in his brain
So he takes it physically, but tell me who's to blame
Was it the dope or mama fussing, know his daddy was gone
A bad day, or was it just life alone
He's so stressed on the edge, and his palms are flinching
Now the police trying to warn him, bout consequences
But only God can judge me, so nigga fuck your jail
'Cause when I'm dead, my niggas can't bond me out of hell

When I'm struggling, baby
And I really don't know, what else to do
I just need a little faith, I need praying
Can't call on no one's help, but you
I know the Lord, gon feel my pain
And I trust that, you gon help me through
'Cause I know, you feel my pain
Feel my pain

Come inside his brother's in jail, he copes putting drugs in himself
And his mother is well, she's not being a mother cause hell
There's no dinner on the table, he does it himself
With the drugs that he sells, his old man does he need help
Naw-uh look in the living room, there's no surviving
TV images of him, and Osama Bin Loden
They feeding me them images, but I'm really not buying
What them guys in the office saying, quit with the lying
Never ask for the drama, just mash for a dolla
Trying to get a dolla, to buy pampers for his daughter
But then he gotta hear his mama, and baby mama holla
Just 'cause he ain't got a lot of money, he got nada
Never asked for the drama, just asked for a cama
After the line of zeros, and after the time of




Of patience started buzzing, he blasted your honor
He caught a case, but he was chasing after a dolla

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song House of Pain by Paul Wall and Chamillionaire talk about the emotional struggles of living in a broken home. The song opens with a description of a block, a place where the singer and the listener can escape reality. Once inside the "House of Pain," the artists describe the different household members' struggles, such as a daughter sick of life, a father addicted to liquor, and an absent father who doesn't show up on his daughter's birthday. The second verse takes a closer look at the lyrical protagonist's household, where he is trying to make ends meet without a present father figure. He experiences a lot of stress, leaving him physically struggling and potentially ending up behind bars.


The chorus repeats the phrase, "I feel your pain," and signals how everybody in the household's pain is connected, and everyone is similarly affected by the broken home's struggles. The song closes by reflecting on the harmful images that society feeds people, such as images of Osama Bin Laden on TV. The singer is just trying to "mash for a dollar," but he is always chased by the drama around him.


Line by Line Meaning

Exit the realest road, on the highway
Leaving behind the path of authenticity and entering the fast-paced, mainstream world


It's my block homie, now you headed my way
Claiming ownership of the neighborhood and warning others they are entering their territory


Ignore her, like nice cars in the driveway
Disregarding her presence just like expensive cars parked outside


Walk inside, and let your troubles fly away
Finding solace and escape from worries by entering the house


Hmmm-hmmm-hmm, I feel your pain
Expressing empathy and understanding towards the struggles


I feel your pain, it's the house of pain
Acknowledging that the house itself embodies and brings about pain


Welcome to the house of pain, aah
Indicating a sarcastic and ironic welcome to a place filled with suffering


Walking that hallway where mom say, she get treated the wrong way
Navigating through the hallway of a household where the mother claims mistreatment


And all day, dude just argue about it all day
Witnessing constant arguments throughout the day


And all they, never handle it in a calm way
Observing that they never resolve conflicts peacefully


She throws stuff at him, while he tries to hop out of harm's way
Witnessing a violent altercation where the mother throws objects while the father tries to protect himself


And y'all say, that it ain't no place like home
Recognizing the common saying about the uniqueness of home, despite the negative experiences


Which is true, cause home is really like no place I've known
Agreeing with the sentiment that home is unlike any other place, but emphasizing the negative aspect


They can't see the light is dark, even with the light bulbs on
Highlighting their inability to see the truth despite having illumination


But even when the good times day, life goes on
Noting that life continues to move forward even during brief moments of happiness


Yeah look in the bathroom, look at this girl throwing up
Describing a scene where a girl is vomiting in the bathroom


Naw she's not sick, but she's sick of life cause she knows it sucks
Clarifying that her physical sickness is actually a result of her dissatisfaction with life


'Cause her father's, not around to see her growing up
Explaining that her father's absence during her upbringing causes her emotional distress


Her birthday's tomorrow, we know that bastard ain't showing up
Anticipating that her father won't be present even on her upcoming birthday


Look at him po'ing up, liquor in the kitchen
Observing him pouring alcohol in the kitchen


Daddy got problems, he treat liquor like the prescription
Recognizing that the father uses alcohol as a remedy for his issues


He's broke and he blame mama, cause she can't fix him
Noting that the father is financially struggling and blames the mother for his inability to overcome it


Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the family became victims
Hearing rumors and gossip from the neighbors about the unfortunate situation of the family


But don't piss him off, cause you know that he's violent
Warning others not to provoke him as he has a tendency for aggression


You know he won't quit, throwing his fist till she's silent
Highlighting the father's persistence in physically abusing the mother until she remains quiet


911, can somebody please dial it
Urgently requesting emergency assistance by dialing 911


Lord please, could you help me put an end to this riot
Seeking divine intervention to resolve the chaotic and turbulent situation


Open the door to my home, and you'll see nobody man
Revealing that there is no male figure present upon entering their residence


And a sign that says, welcome to nobody land
Symbolizing their household as a place void of belonging and identity


Now if you take a look around, you will see it's so easy
Encouraging observation of the surroundings, highlighting the evident pain and struggle


To notice the pain, and my mother's heart bleeding
Acknowledging the noticeable suffering and emotional anguish experienced by the mother


Trying to make ends meet, ain't no father to help
Struggling to make financial ends meet without the support of a father figure


But besides the bills, she needs some love herself
Recognizing the mother's need for emotional affection and care in addition to financial stability


Now she's screaming her son's name, Lil' Ro come home
Depicting the mother's desperate calls for her son to return home


Thirty minutes passed, she realized Yung Ro gone
After waiting for thirty minutes, the mother discovers that her younger son has already left


He can't deal with the stress, embedded in his brain
Explaining that the son is unable to cope with the mental burden and pressure he carries


So he takes it physically, but tell me who's to blame
Expressing that he resorts to physical actions as a way of addressing his emotional turmoil, questioning where the blame lies


Was it the dope or mama fussing, know his daddy was gone
Contemplating whether it was drugs or the conflicts with his mother, considering the absence of his father


A bad day, or was it just life alone
Considering whether his struggles are merely a result of a bad day or the inherent difficulties of life


He's so stressed on the edge, and his palms are flinching
Describing his intense stress and anxiety, evident through his trembling hands


Now the police trying to warn him, bout consequences
Portraying the authorities attempting to caution him about the potential repercussions of his actions


But only God can judge me, so nigga fuck your jail
Rejecting the judgments of society and asserting that only God has the right to pass judgment


'Cause when I'm dead, my niggas can't bond me out of hell
Stating that upon death, no one can save him from the consequences and torments of hell


When I'm struggling, baby
During times of hardship and difficulty, sweetheart


And I really don't know, what else to do
Feeling lost and uncertain about the appropriate course of action


I just need a little faith, I need praying
Yearning for some belief and prayer to provide solace and guidance


Can't call on no one's help, but you
Realizing that the only person they can rely on for assistance is the person they are addressing


I know the Lord, gon feel my pain
Having faith that God will understand and empathize with their suffering


And I trust that, you gon help me through
Believing that the person they are speaking to will provide support and assistance


'Cause I know, you feel my pain
Being confident that the addressed person also experiences similar struggles and understands the pain


Feel my pain
Acknowledge and empathize with the emotions and distress I am going through


Come inside his brother's in jail, he copes putting drugs in himself
Revealing that the sibling is imprisoned, and as a way to deal with the pain, he turns to substance abuse


And his mother is well, she's not being a mother cause hell
Highlighting that his mother, overwhelmed by the situation, is failing to fulfill her maternal role


There's no dinner on the table, he does it himself
Noting the absence of a prepared meal, forcing him to take care of his own sustenance


With the drugs that he sells, his old man does he need help
Implying that he resorts to selling drugs to sustain himself, questioning if his troubled father requires assistance as well


Naw-uh look in the living room, there's no surviving
Examining the living room and realizing that there is no sense of thriving or survival


TV images of him, and Osama Bin Loden
Noticing the presence of TV coverage showing him and Osama Bin Laden


They feeding me them images, but I'm really not buying
Acknowledging the media's attempt to influence with those images but refusing to be swayed or convinced


What them guys in the office saying, quit with the lying
Rejecting the deceptive statements made by those in positions of power and authority


Never ask for the drama, just mash for a dolla
Claiming to never seek trouble, only hustling and striving to earn money


Trying to get a dolla, to buy pampers for his daughter
Struggling to acquire enough money to purchase diapers for his child


But then he gotta hear his mama, and baby mama holla
Having to endure the shouting and complaints from both his mother and the mother of his child


Just 'cause he ain't got a lot of money, he got nada
Facing criticism and blame due to his lack of wealth, resulting in him feeling he has nothing


Never asked for the drama, just asked for a cama
Only desiring peace and comfort, not the conflicts and complications that arise


After the line of zeros, and after the time of
Referring to financial transactions and the passing of time


Of patience started buzzing, he blasted your honor
Being frustrated by the delay caused by bureaucracy, resorting to aggression towards authority figures


He caught a case, but he was chasing after a dolla
Getting involved in legal trouble while pursuing financial gain




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D Scales

This took me back 20 years 馃槉

Lilkra Da beast

Chammillionaire go hard no matter wht i dont like how people fake to be his fan -_- ive heard mixtape messiah,The sound of revenge,ultimate victory,man on fire,And especially Chamillitary

Sebulba

He always kills it.

Lilkra Da beast

@Sebulba I forgot all about this comment and this song. Thanks for bringing me back 7 years later馃

VibrationWand

馃挴

D Scales

Those my shits do u remember ace Ventura

Low ToTnTe

They fucking killed it

MarcR1030

Classic!

Hitman X

First song I remember someone out rapping chamillionaire. Ppl sleep on yung ro fr

Cody Jeremiah Borelz

Deep song mayne when koopa breaks it down with that I really been struggling Mayne hold up

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