Rain
The Dells Lyrics


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Picture this, any man that hustle because like to is a fool.
Any man that hustle because he got to feed his family....
That's a real man.nYou see I hustle because I got feed me family
I got families to feed, I got feed my mama,
I got to feed big mama, I got to feed my cousin,
I got to feed my lil' brother, I got to feed my sister,
I got to feed my kids, I got to feed my people.
[Chorus]
The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive
The ghetts got me hustlin' tryin' to stay alive.
The ghetto get me hustlin' tryin' to survive,
And I know I'm goin' to hustle until the day I die.

Uh!
It's da black rain to da moon and tears that cause lies
See that's the way I felt when my lil' brother died.
And some fools say it ain't no justice
And other niggaz say it ain't no peace
That's why thugs help their on these projects and on these streets.
See my daddy made me a dealer
And my cousin made me killer.
See that's why everything we do, they gonna respect us and feel us
And I'm still tryin' to understand why big daddy was with da rest
And my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car reck.
It ain't muthafucker down on dope, on crack, or aids
And I see so many ghetto people go to jail
And live your life and die like slaves.
I got a relative on apeel doin' 25 flat
On murder or ride nigga fuck it Johnny Cochran can't fight that.
And since I'm black and I'm rich
They see to overlook It's me advise
First class niggaz tryin' call da police tryin' to book us.
Ain't that a bitch, I done made millions
And still goin' through a thang
That's niggaz ask me P why the fuck you never change.

[Chorus]

It's like I'm rich and poor
I open the world and slang dop
It's the world changes know and changes I thorp.
I thank all my big brothers with out him I wouldn't made it through
So with life on line put all up 4 him so I put that shit on TRU.
The ghetto got me caught up, no broken dreams
The ghettos trap, I see some on crack, and dope fiends.
My hommie, Never did no crime but lien' up in the hearse
Thank god 4 all that I got from that times can be worst.
Ever feel like you was swimming, and really was dronin'
You ain't want to smile but your tender smile always see me clownin'
I trade my life to make the world better
Trade everything I got including life
To bring back my brother Kevin.
See I spit the realist shit
Tryin' make y'all feel this shit.
Y'all tryin' put the finger on our side,
Livin' middle bricks livin' this shit.
See I tell you everybody use to ride benzes
But we had to ride buggies
Mom wanted better things for me
But private school was way past our budget.
So if I'm happy and I'm smilin' and I'm camouflage my problems
The only way I can really solve them
If I really grab and revolve them.
So I grab it and I cocked it
I was going to pop it.
But I stop, forgot I was rich.
What everybody not rich.
Every month so close to gettin' no profits
My only hustle, I told them to stop it,
But can't really knock it.
Everybody died up in game
Everybody tryin' to maintain
Wall from out da ghetto,
Close my eyes and still see the pain.
Sometimes I just get fed up.
To all my souljas worldwide
I know its hard to stride.
Keep your head up!





[Chorus: x2]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Dells's song "Rain" convey the struggles and hustle of living in the ghetto. The opening lines emphasize the distinction between hustling because one likes to and hustling out of necessity to provide for one's family. The singer identifies himself as a real man who hustles to feed his loved ones, including his mother, big mama, cousin, little brother, sister, and kids. The repetition of "I got to feed my" emphasizes the responsibility and determination to care for one's people.


The chorus speaks to the harsh reality of living in the ghetto, where the constant hustle is necessary for survival. The ghetto is portrayed as a place that forces people to engage in relentless hustling to stay alive. The lyrics suggest that there is no justice or peace in these neighborhoods, leading thugs and criminals to run the projects and streets. The singer reflects on personal losses, such as the death of his little brother, which fills him with a sense of anger and resentment. Despite his success and wealth, he still experiences the struggles and challenges of the ghetto, and he questions why things haven't changed for him.


Overall, "Rain" sheds light on the difficult circumstances faced by individuals living in the ghetto, emphasizing the need to hustle and fight for survival. The song explores themes of poverty, family responsibility, loss, and the ongoing struggle to escape the limitations imposed by a harsh environment.


Line by Line Meaning

Picture this, any man that hustle because like to is a fool.
Any man that hustles because he likes it is a fool.


Any man that hustle because he got to feed his family....
Any man that hustles because he needs to provide for his family...


That's a real man.nYou see I hustle because I got feed me family
That's a real man. You see, I hustle because I need to feed my family.


I got families to feed, I got feed my mama,
I have multiple families to feed, I have to feed my mother,


I got to feed big mama, I got to feed my cousin,
I have to feed my grandmother, I have to feed my cousin,


I got to feed my lil' brother, I got to feed my sister,
I have to feed my younger brother, I have to feed my sister,


I got to feed my kids, I got to feed my people.
I have to feed my children, I have to feed my community.


[Chorus]


The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive
Living in the ghetto has forced me to hustle in order to survive.


The ghetts got me hustlin' tryin' to stay alive.
The ghettos have me constantly hustling to stay alive.


The ghetto get me hustlin' tryin' to survive,
The ghetto pushes me to hustle in order to survive,


And I know I'm goin' to hustle until the day I die.
And I know I will continue to hustle until the day I die.


Uh!


It's da black rain to da moon and tears that cause lies
It's the heavy burden and sadness that lead to deception and lies.


See that's the way I felt when my lil' brother died.
That's the overwhelming feeling I experienced when my younger brother passed away.


And some fools say it ain't no justice
Some people foolishly claim that there is no justice.


And other niggaz say it ain't no peace
And other individuals argue that there is no peace.


That's why thugs help their on these projects and on these streets.
That's why criminals support each other in these low-income neighborhoods and on these dangerous streets.


See my daddy made me a dealer
My father influenced me to become a drug dealer.


And my cousin made me killer.
And my cousin influenced me to become a murderer.


See that's why everything we do, they gonna respect us and feel us
That's why everything we do is aimed at earning respect and gaining recognition.


And I'm still tryin' to understand why big daddy was with da rest
And I'm still trying to comprehend why my father was involved with the rest of the criminals.


And my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car reck.
And my nephew was the last victim on the 14th street in that car accident.


It ain't muthafucker down on dope, on crack, or aids
There isn't anyone left unaffected by drugs, crack, or AIDS.


And I see so many ghetto people go to jail
And I witness numerous individuals from the ghettos being incarcerated.


And live your life and die like slaves.
And they live their lives and die feeling trapped and oppressed.


I got a relative on apeel doin' 25 flat
I have a family member on appeal, serving a straight 25-year sentence.


On murder or ride nigga fuck it Johnny Cochran can't fight that.
Being charged with murder or armed robbery, no lawyer can successfully fight against it.


And since I'm black and I'm rich
And because I am black and wealthy,


They see to overlook It's me advise
They tend to downplay my accomplishments and ignore my advice.


First class niggaz tryin' call da police tryin' to book us.
Wealthy individuals attempting to discriminate against us by calling the police and trying to have us arrested.


Ain't that a bitch, I done made millions
Isn't that ridiculous? I have managed to make millions of dollars,


And still goin' through a thang
But I am still going through various struggles and issues.


That's niggaz ask me P why the fuck you never change.
That's why people ask me, P, why the hell haven't you changed.


It's like I'm rich and poor
It feels like I am simultaneously wealthy and impoverished.


I open the world and slang dop
I have access to the world and engage in drug dealing.


It's the world changes know and changes I thorp.
It's the changes in the world that I observe and experience.


I thank all my big brothers with out him I wouldn't made it through
I express my gratitude towards all my older brothers, as without them, I wouldn't have survived.


So with life on line put all up 4 him so I put that shit on TRU.
So, with my life on the line, I dedicate everything to him, and I live by that truth.


The ghetto got me caught up, no broken dreams
The ghetto has entangled me, but it hasn't shattered my dreams.


The ghettos trap, I see some on crack, and dope fiends.
The ghettos are a trap, and I witness some people caught up in crack and drug addiction.


My hommie, Never did no crime but lien' up in the hearse
My friend, who never committed any crimes, ended up in a funeral hearse.


Thank god 4 all that I got from that times can be worst.
I thank God for all that I have because things could be much worse.


Ever feel like you was swimming, and really was dronin'
Have you ever felt like you were swimming but actually drowning?


You ain't want to smile but your tender smile always see me clownin'
Even when I didn't want to smile, your caring smile always made me put on a show.


I trade my life to make the world better
I would sacrifice my own life to improve the world.


Trade everything I got including life
I would give up everything I have, even my life,


To bring back my brother Kevin.
In order to bring back my brother, Kevin.


See I spit the realist shit
You see, I speak the rawest and most honest truth.


Tryin' make y'all feel this shit.
I'm trying to make all of you truly understand this.


Y'all tryin' put the finger on our side
You all are trying to point the blame towards our community.


Livin' middle bricks livin' this shit.
Living within the confines of the ghetto, experiencing the reality of this life.


See I tell you everybody use to ride benzes
Let me tell you, everyone used to drive luxury cars,


But we had to ride buggies
But we had to settle for old and unreliable cars.


Mom wanted better things for me
My mother desired better opportunities for me,


But private school was way past our budget.
But attending a private school was completely out of our financial reach.


So if I'm happy and I'm smilin' and I'm camouflage my problems
So, if I'm happy and I'm smiling, it's just a way to conceal my problems.


The only way I can really solve them
It's the only way I can truly address them.


If I really grab and revolve them.
If I truly confront and tackle them head-on.


So I grab it and I cocked it
So I grabbed it and prepared to pull the trigger.


I was going to pop it.
I was about to shoot.


But I stop, forgot I was rich.
But then I paused, realizing that I am wealthy.


What everybody not rich.
Not everyone is wealthy.


Every month so close to gettin' no profits
Every month, I am barely making any profit.


My only hustle, I told them to stop it,
My only means of earning a living, although I advised them to stop.


But can't really knock it.
But I can't really blame them for it.


Everybody died up in game
Everyone ended up dying in this dangerous lifestyle.


Everybody tryin' to maintain
Everyone is trying to stay afloat.


Wall from out da ghetto,
Born and raised in the ghetto,


Close my eyes and still see the pain.
Even when I close my eyes, I can still see the suffering and anguish.


Sometimes I just get fed up.
Sometimes I simply become overwhelmed and frustrated.


To all my souljas worldwide
To all my fellow soldiers around the world,


I know its hard to stride.
I know it's difficult to make progress.


Keep your head up!
Stay strong and keep your spirits high!


[Chorus: x2]




Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Ultra Tunes, Peermusic Publishing, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: VYSHONN MILLER, JAMES A JOHNSON, CRAIG BAZILE

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