Shakka - Pain (Promise Me) lyrics

(Verse 1) Promise me you won't end like them Promise me you'll be yourself Promise me you'll take things on the chin Like Tyson showing off his health Promise me you'll be the- Be the man you wish they were With patience to take you 'round the world Promise me you'll never raise your hand Promise me you'll always try to understand (Chorus) I know it's hard to handle I know it's hard to take Your love is hard to channel It seems so far But they seem to love Pain (x3) Oh, ohhh (Verse 2) Promise me you'll talk and talk for days Know 'em like the back o' your hand Promise me you won't be bound by rage Like a lion defending its stand Promise me you'll own up When you know deep down you're wrong With the patience to try to make things right Promise me you'll never raise your hand Promise me you'll always try to understand (Chorus) I know it's hard to handle I know it's hard to take Your love is hard to channel It seems so far But they seem to love Pain(x2) (Verse 3) You get a text saying "He broke the mic in the studio" E-mail from a lawyer he don't even know Some phone calls cause a friend had a episode So the phone's glued to his hand like a ten year old And he's kicking himself just like Fight Club Cause his parents don't see him much and he knows But he ain't even got to turn the mic up To hear the voices raised in the household Past beefs that their hearts can't let go Come right back around like "May We Go?" Dad's blood pressure takes hold real quick Then its like Uh-oh Spaghetti-O's Daddy takes the chopping board with his hands raised Son runs to take his Mum's place "Do that again, Dad and i'll break your face" Daddy stares at his little boy's face As the boy screams "TRY ME! TRY ME!" "I ain't really fighting for much of a family You and mom fight like there's gonna be winners but after the fight tell me what you both see?" The boy's phone rings, he don't answer The ref can't leave 'til the round's up Hour later and they're watching X-Factor Giggling and laughing like they weren't about to end stuff Even reggae's(?) squashed though, it's a rain check Boy takes the phone out, tapping all vexed He's looking for the s** and desperado Two drinks he knows makes the pain go Instead he runs to his friend with the episode All the unread texts says, "Look," She says, "I'm close to blowing my head-top" So he hugs, light kiss and head locks Singing "I know it's hard to handle I know it's hard to take If you fall you've got hands to catch you I've got you love We'll rise above Pain" (Chorus) I know it's hard to handle I know it's hard to take Your love is hard to channel It seems so far But they seem to love Pain