[Silkk:]
    Yo' let me holla at y'all for a minute
  It's like when, I was in the ghetto
  I was never in the ghetto, because my mind was elsewhere
  And if I was locked down, I would invision myself being free
  But God, I got so many questions
  I just want you to anwser
  Help Me Out...
    [Rico (from Sons Of Funk):]
    I wish that God would talk to me (Talk to me)
  About all the pain that I've seen (I know you seen it too)
  Move on, coming out right
  Cracked out Mother got nerve to be crying
  All my friends seem to pass away (Rest in peace, all y'all rest in
  peace)
  I heard one say, that's the only way (No it ain't)
    [Chorus:]
    But I wish it would rain
  I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all my pain
  It's going around outside
  I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all this pain
  It's going around outside
    [Rico:]
    My best friend's house payments behind
  Now he lives in the park outside
  Mary complains about the money she makes
  I see some more people dying of AIDS (I feel ya dog, I feel ya)
    [Silkk:]
    Yo'
  Trying to make the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain)
  Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all good
  Ya' know what I really wish for change
  But it seems killas and drug-dealas
  But they stereo-type me as a thug
  Hard to see clear
  Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't supposed to be here, Mom and Dad
  never was in love
  It seems domestic violence is always the problem
  When I go home (Go gome)
  Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get along
  See my grandfather died in the war
  And all he ever got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter
  Only things my kids ever GOT!?
  Was a trip to the ghetto
  Have you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?!
  Watch them suffer and with all this money I got
  They can't be saved
  We all hustle so fuck the color, white or black
  We all struggle, we act like
  We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas
  Feel my pain
  It's better that you know
  But don't feel sorry for me, even though I lived hard and rough
  I lived better than most
  Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time
  I gotta homie that's doing 99
  He sending me pictures and letters like it's all fine
  I know it's not
  And ya' know what? It's even worse
  They got us killin' over turfs
  I don't know when the last time I went to church
  Can't sleep, doin' too much dirt
  In the middle of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout)
  Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas
  Thinkin' they can get you out
  See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live large
  God I have a question
  Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)
    Ya' know what I'm sayin'
  Killin' over dolla bills, paper
  Fightin' over turfs, when none of it don't belong to us
  And racism?! Still exist, but ME?! I'm color-blind
  We gotta realize we gotta problem
  And the government? The only time they care, is election time
  And they seem to think the only solution is
  Build more prisons to throw us in...it's not right
  But I got homies dyin' over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace
  Pac)
  And all the fallen soldiers
  Ya' know what, it used to be in my community...drugs and violence
  Now it's going around, now it's going around...it's going around
  Soon to be in your spot, if it's not there already
  I'm out
  (It's going around outside)