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Artist: Fr. Stan Fortuna
Song: Everybody Got To Suffer
CD Album:

You think that you the only one that got to suffer ??
You think that you the only one with pain to suffer ???
Everybody got a thing they gotta suffer.
Rich or poor dont matter gotta suffer.

Verse I
Rich man goes to the doctor gonna find out
All the rich food he ate gonna make him die of gout
Wife and kids are cryin - sufferin the pain
Wonderin if they dont change - gonna die the same
Womans man is dead and gone - got no mo salary
Take her honeys Van Gogh to the art gallery
She gotta try to find some other things that she can sell
Now she knows how it feels livin in single parent hell
What about the woman ten kids in the ghetto-hood
The rich woman understands her sister did the best she could
Getting kicked around prostitution smokin crack
She had to work the streets makin money lyin on her back
The two are now connected with all that they been through
They seen the good that come from sufferin “ they changed their point of view
Its gonna come to me and its gonna come to you
Everybodys got some sufferin they gotta go through


Verse II
Some brothers think that they was born only to die
Ready to die willin to kill and crucify
With the make believe fantasy violent life of a thug
They didnt realize it was their own grave that they dug
With vulgar intelligent rhymes they confuse
On the same cd they wonder if God will excuse
Fascination guns clips and chicks I cant explain
But I know they all be sufferin -
Cant deal with the pain
Every move they make is a calculated step
It brings them one step closer to embrace an early death
Lookin back one brother wished he was killed as a baby
They all trapped in a thug storm - it got em goin crazie
Some a yall got gifts I give props for ya skill
Gotta chill - be still - knock off the thrill to kill
Too much talent - already been wasted
I thank God for yll - know youre appreciated


Verse III
I dont think the thug thing is cool I think the thug thing is cold
Check out what happened to the boy in the park he was just eight years old
A thug drug dealer chasin down another thug brother
Ran into the park there was the boy with his mother
For the sake of frontin bluntin presidential Benjamin greed
The kid caught a stray in the face and started to bleed
That Saturday a tragic day “ a boy had to die
What do you say to the mother when she come screamin why
They entertain platinum violence kids get slain its insane
2-pac and Biggie and the boy its a constant refrain
Pray to abstain from the lie sustain the truth
We got to come together yall we loosin mad youth
Pain is a part of life its somethin we all feel
Give your time and your money to the needy keep it real
Sufferin is like a good thief it gives no warnin
Lets stop playin the game, fa real, God is callin