[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)