Chords for Tupac- Pain

_ _ _ _ I couldn't help but notice your pain.
My [Db] pain?
It runs deep.
Share [A] it with _ _ me!
Oh.
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[Eb] _ _ I'm just a dying [Abm] _ flower.
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I'm _ just [Abm] a dying _ flower.
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[Eb] They'll never take me alive.
I'm getting high with my [Abm] profile.
[Dbm] Copped on these suckers, time to die.
[B] Even as a [Eb] youngster, causing ruckus on the back of the bus.
I [Abm] was a fool, all through high [Dbm] school.
Kicking [Eb] up dust, but now I'm labeled as a [Abm] troublemaker.
Who can you blame?
Smoking weed helped me [Dbm] take away the pain.
[Eb] So I'm hopeless, rolling down the [E] freeway, swerving.
No worries, I'm about to crash upon the curb.
[Eb] Got my business bluffing, maybe if they tried to understand me.
What [Abm] should I do?
I had to [Dbm] feed my fucking [Eb] family.
What else could I do?
Well, be a thug.
I was slinging with the [Abm] homies, fuck hanging with them [Dbm] ponies in the club.
[Abm] Got [Eb] my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide.
[Dbm] My city's full of gang [Eb] bangers and drive-bys.
Why do we die?
At an early age, he was so young, but still [E] a victim of the 12 [B]-gauge.
My memories of a [Abm] corpse, mind full of sick thoughts.
And I ain't [Dbm] going back to court.
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So fuck [Eb] what you thought, I'm drinking N-C, running from my [Abm] enemies.
Will I let him [Dbm] be 23?
[Eb]
It's so much pain.
I'm a [Abm] stranger _ _ to [Dbm] _ _ death.
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_ _ [A] Years and years of that rough life, running [Dbm] crazy wild as a kid.
And growing tough [Eb] with the night.
But let me try it from the regular, [A] walking out [Abm] competitors.
See a figure [Dbm] moving, take her down [B] like a fucking [Eb] predator.
Getting in trouble every [Dbm] day in school, [Abm] act a fool.
And you know I had [Eb] to break every rule.
Showing off for the features, cause I had the mad breath.
[Abm] So I had to walk my back when it [Dbm] was time [B] to step.
[Eb] But my crime is, the crime is with love for me.
[Abm] _ [Eb] They send a sucker up above for me.
And yo, currency kept passing me by, but I didn't [Abm] [Dbm] cry.
Broke God hit [Abm] off with a pack of started [Eb] selling coke.
And now [A] the money's looking [E] lovely, off the drop top.
And now [Dbm] the bitches wanna rub [Eb] me.
Give them the game, it's all the same.
I kick it back, yo.
Give them [Abm] slack, yo.
And now [Dbm] they label me the [B] Mack, yo.
People checking [A] in, suspected if you're fun [Gbm] on the vert, man.
[Abm] You heard, man.
[Dbm] Catch a couple shots [B] from the glock in [A] my head.
Damn, at least I'm realistic.
With [Abm] my biscuit, you know [Dbm] you get your ass twisted.
[Eb] So work for cover.
Me and my man got [A] a plan, kick [Abm] a major dust.
So if [Dbm] your old nigga looking for the [Eb] gangsta bust, I'm not a butcher with the street fame.
It's [Abm] a deep game and [Dbm] my mama _ [Eb] overcrying, yo, there's so much pain.
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_ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ _ They got me mobbing like [A] a [E] loaf, then they done get my slug on.
I load my clip, I slip [Dbm] my motherfucking gloves on.
I [Eb] ain't scared to blast, [A] only soft [E] as if they test me.
Chucks, I got my block, I play if they press me.
[Eb] Rock some motherfuckers with [A] a _ passion, [Abm] better talk, cause I ain't looking when [Dbm] I'm [Eb] blasting.
I'm a drunken NFC and getting high on the [Abm] lookout for my [Dbm] enemies.
Don't want to [B] die.
Tell me why I got to get [A] major _ [Abm] _
because the brakes with [Dbm] my razor.
[Eb] What can I do?
I'll be a thug until I'm dead and gone.
I keep my [Dbm] brain on the game and stay headstrong.
Sorry, [Eb] that's just one to kill me in my sleep.
I'm really cannot [Dbm] see it.
And every day is just a struggle.
Daddy's [Eb] thugging on the streets and I've been [A] falling over.
Don't let him make you [Dbm] worry.
Get swinging at you, suffer till you're worried.
I was [B] born and raised.
Hail a nigga from [A] the gutter, working mother, I'm [Abm] back.
[Dbm] I'm picking up stuff, ready to [Eb] bust.
I'm on the scene, steady mugging me.
Until they [Abm] kill me, I'll be living [Dbm] this life.
I know you [Eb] feel me.
Thank you so much. _ _ _ _ _ _
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