PAIN
U.M.A Lyrics


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I've been goin through so much pain (yea)
Can't no motherfucker feel my pain (dedicate this one to my nigga P Long)
My life is real nigga, I'm gon' ride (my nigga Uni, the whole MOP)
For my homies on the block that died even my baby momma nigga)
It's dedicated to my niggas that's locked
Who's OT on the run from the cops
We straight G's and we never gon' stop
For my street niggas gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up

Where the fuck is your love, y'all in the club poppin bub
Somebody told me that the block need a hug
Ain't nobody tell y'all that Slap need a hug
That's the reason I'm out here huggin the block
Same reason I'm out here thuggin the block
But niggas won't notice until a motherfucker get shot
And stretched out on the block, and the shit won't hit 'em
'til they like "God damn, I was just now with him"
Now you missin a man that you used to call your man
Cause you didn't notice your man was fucked up in a jam
And your plan that you had for your man, you shoulda brought it to him sooner
Now he fucked up with his back all chewed up
21 gun salute up, to all the G's feelin pain
Like Fame; niggas fucked up in the game
Niggas try to maintain, even if nobody showed you
That they noticin what a nigga been goin through nigga

I've been goin through so much pain (yea)
Can't no motherfucker feel my pain (dedicate this one to my nigga P Long)
My life is real nigga, I'm gon' ride (my nigga Uni, the whole MOP)
For my homies on the block that died even my baby momma nigga)
It's dedicated to my niggas that's locked
Who's OT on the run from the cops
We straight G's and we never gon' stop
For my street niggas gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up

Yeah, every day what we deal, we tend to blame it on the realness
Haters never cater to a 'Ville nigga feeling
Mixed up in the past and the present
A lot of shit, went down in the town am I destined, to win or not
That's the question, you can always count on Bill
To reveal the message, when givin a confession
In other words there's a blessing in the lesson
You ain't gotta stick to the script to catch it (catch it)
We had a whole platoon of goons to rep
Then it was like... BOOM, there's 7 of us left
Some got knocked and locked inside cages
A few got popped and stopped at young ages
Enables me to rock hip-hop with these rages
And boomerang pain through Fame when on stages
It's dark and it's bold
I keep a heater cause I'm smart and it's cold

I've been goin through so much pain (yea)
Can't no motherfucker feel my pain (dedicate this one to my nigga P Long)
My life is real nigga, I'm gon' ride (my nigga Uni, the whole MOP)
For my homies on the block that died even my baby momma nigga)
It's dedicated to my niggas that's locked
Who's OT on the run from the cops
We straight G's and we never gon' stop
For my street niggas gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up

I'm holdin on to thin air! (Look around homey)
Nobody there! (Look around homey)
Nobody care! (I bet you know now homey)
But life is still beautiful, that's what you do it for
Couldn't feel my pain; God forbid you had
To feel my pain I wouldn't wish that on nobody
Never ask why me? That's a stupid-ass question
Cause if not me, nigga then who?
We all deal with pain, and mine ain't no harder than yours
It's really all about how you deal with it
So a nigga can't judge me; I can't tell you how
To deal with yours, but don't kill me {*words fade* only makes me strong}

(We're amongst these O.G.'s and rebels) the coppertops will (never)
If money war (we steppin in) please (understand it)
For always we (reppin it) and y'all ain't (touchin it)
The ghetto steel (blessin 'em) man

I've been goin through so much pain (yea)
Can't no motherfucker feel my pain (dedicate this one to my nigga P Long)
My life is real nigga, I'm gon' ride (my nigga Uni, the whole MOP)
For my homies on the block that died even my baby momma nigga)
It's dedicated to my niggas that's locked
Who's OT on the run from the cops
We straight G's and we never gon' stop




For my street niggas gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of U.M.A's song "PAIN" express the artist's emotional struggles and pain in life, and the feeling of being misunderstood and unsupported by others. The first verse of the song addresses the difficulties that U.M.A has been going through, which no one seems to understand or relate to. The song is dedicated to his late friend P Long and his group members from MOP (Mash Out Posse). The song also mourns the loss of his homies who died and his friends who are locked behind bars. U.M.A speaks for his street niggas and urges them to keep their heads up and never give up hope.


The second verse of the song takes a critical view of people who party and ignore the pain of those around them. U.M.A acknowledges that people need love and hugs, and that he is out on the streets hugging the block to show his support. He warns people that they often only start paying attention to someone's pain once they are no longer around. U.M.A stresses the importance of noticing someone else's pain and being there for them when they need support.


The final verse is a reflection on how people cope with pain. U.M.A acknowledges that everyone has pain in their life, but what makes a difference is how one copes with that pain. He encourages listeners not to judge others for their responses to pain and suggests that the pain only makes him stronger. In summary, the lyrics of U.M.A's song "PAIN" are an expression of struggle, pain, loss, and hope for a better future.


Line by Line Meaning

I've been goin through so much pain (yea)
I have been deeply hurt and struggling with intense emotional pain.


Can't no motherfucker feel my pain (dedicate this one to my nigga P Long)
No one else can understand or empathize with the extent of my pain, dedicated to my friend P Long.


My life is real nigga, I'm gon' ride (my nigga Uni, the whole MOP)
My life is authentic and genuine, and I will always stand up for myself and my friends Uni and the whole MOP.


For my homies on the block that died even my baby momma nigga)
This song is a tribute to my friends who have passed away, including my baby's mother's friend.


It's dedicated to my niggas that's locked Who's OT on the run from the cops
I dedicate this song to my friends who are currently incarcerated or on the run from the police.


We straight G's and we never gon' stop For my street niggas gotta keep your head up Gotta keep your head up
We are true gangsters and will never back down, and I want my fellow street friends to stay strong and keep their heads up.


Where the fuck is your love, y'all in the club poppin bub Somebody told me that the block need a hug Ain't nobody tell y'all that Slap need a hug
I question the love and priorities of those who are partying in the club while the block needs support. I am hugging the block because it needs love too, and someone needs to show that love.


That's the reason I'm out here huggin the block Same reason I'm out here thuggin the block But niggas won't notice until a motherfucker get shot And stretched out on the block, and the shit won't hit 'em til they like "God damn, I was just now with him"
I am showing love and support to the block because it is important, but it often goes unnoticed until someone is killed and people realize that they were just with that person. The reality of violence hits hard when you lose someone close to you.


Now you missin a man that you used to call your man Cause you didn't notice your man was fucked up in a jam And your plan that you had for your man, you shoulda brought it to him sooner Now he fucked up with his back all chewed up 21 gun salute up, to all the G's feelin pain Like Fame; niggas fucked up in the game
If you don't pay attention to your friends who are struggling, you might lose them and regret not helping them sooner. We pay tribute to all gangsters experiencing pain, like Fame, who are affected by the tough realities of the game.


Niggas try to maintain, even if nobody showed you That they noticin what a nigga been goin through nigga
Gangsters try to keep going, even in the absence of support and recognition for their struggles.


Yeah, every day what we deal, we tend to blame it on the realness Haters never cater to a 'Ville nigga feeling Mixed up in the past and the present A lot of shit, went down in the town am I destined, to win or not That's the question, you can always count on Bill To reveal the message, when givin a confession In other words there's a blessing in the lesson You ain't gotta stick to the script to catch it (catch it)
Everyday we deal with the harsh realities of life, and it's easy to blame it on the realness of our environment. People who hate never give respect to Villains and their emotions. We are caught up between the past and the present, and question whether we will succeed. Bill reveals the truth when confessing, and the lesson is that blessings can come from hardship, and you don't have to follow a pre-written script to find them.


We had a whole platoon of goons to rep Then it was like... BOOM, there's 7 of us left Some got knocked and locked inside cages A few got popped and stopped at young ages Enables me to rock hip-hop with these rages And boomerang pain through Fame when on stages
We once had a large group of gangsters to represent, but now we are fewer in number due to imprisonment and death. This fuels my passion for hip-hop, and I channel my pain through my music to remember our lost friends like Fame.


It's dark and it's bold I keep a heater cause I'm smart and it's cold I'm holdin on to thin air! (Look around homey) Nobody there! (Look around homey) Nobody care! (I bet you know now homey)
Life is tough and unpredictable, and I always carry heat to protect myself from danger. I am grasping onto thin air, realizing that no one is around to help or care about my struggles.


But life is still beautiful, that's what you do it for Couldn't feel my pain; God forbid you had To feel my pain I wouldn't wish that on nobody Never ask why me? That's a stupid-ass question Cause if not me, nigga then who? We all deal with pain, and mine ain't no harder than yours It's really all about how you deal with it So a nigga can't judge me; I can't tell you how To deal with yours, but don't kill me {*words fade* only makes me strong}
Life still has its beauty, and that's why we keep going. While I don't wish for others to feel my pain, we all have our struggles and it's pointless to ask why me. The key is to deal with the pain in your own way, and it's not for others to judge. Don't hurt me, because it only makes me stronger in the end.


(We're amongst these O.G.'s and rebels) the coppertops will (never) If money war (we steppin in) please (understand it) For always we (reppin it) and y'all ain't (touchin it) The ghetto steel (blessin 'em) man
We stand amongst the O.G.'s and rebels, and the police will never win. If there's a money war, we're stepping in, and we always represent our neighborhood, which no one can challenge. The ghetto is still a blessing to us despite its struggles.




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