The Truth Hurts
Pro-Pain Lyrics

Put on you that and coat and take A walk down the street I think you're bound to be surprised By all the bodies you meet
Take a walk down the street and you'll be surprised to see dead bodies lying around in the melting pot area.

The bowels of the melting pot Wreaks of shit While a guy does your windows With a sponge and his spit
The melting area stinks and is full of filth, where people reside and struggle to make ends meet.

The whores on the highway try to forget That they jeopardized the lives of the guys they met Some will shoot you up and stuff You down a drain pipe hole Cause they wouldn't touch your body With a ten foot pole
Prostitutes on the highway are scared to remember that they always endanger their client's lives. Some of them may even inject them with drugs and throw the bodies away in sewers if they don't like them.

Stick em up, stick em up, empty the drawer Said the banger to the owner of the liquor store I was purchasing some wine When I heard the pops and a patron started screaming "Someone call the cops"
A thug robs a liquor store at gunpoint and shoots one of the customers, leaving them begging for someone to report it.

The cops were called, and we were told to wait But the death toll rose because the cops were late The banger ran out,and he was gone in a flash He got away with the murder, And out with the cash
Despite reporting the crime, and waiting for the police, they arrived too late. The thug had already fled, taking the money with him, and even killing someone in the process.

The truth hurts, the truth hurts, And fairy tales are written like a book The truth hurts, the truth hurts Just open your eyes and take a look, son
The truth is painful to accept, and the stories we like to believe are often just fictional. We need to open our eyes and face reality.

Let's take a little trip to the lower side There's a junkie in a place where the freaks reside He shoots the shit, and gets the rent paid free With government checks and lots of AZT
Let's look at the poorest side of town where drug addicts and freaks live. One such addict gets his rent free with AZT and Welfare checks.

He sees his kids about once a week And his wife's on her death bed as we speak She prays for little ones everyday But the boy is infected and the girl's O.K.
The addict's wife, who is dying, prays for their children, but alas their son is infected while their daughter is not.

Jackin' in the city while the city sleeps You play for fun and they play for keeps There's a thief in the hood just waitin' to pop And a kid in a Cadillac tryin' to cop Herb and couple vials of coke And he don't sweat it out cause the fine's a joke
In the city at night, the criminals are active. While some of them play for fun, others play for keeps. The thief in the neighborhood is waiting to commit his next crime, while a young rich kid is buying herbs and coke without any worry of punishment.

In a matter of time it was a real done deal It's back to the burbs because the shit ain't real
In no time, the drugs are bought and consumed. Soon, they return to their comfortable suburban lifestyle since this isn't the reality of their lives.