Cry

(Ah)
Yeah, yeah, look
I’m tired of drive-bys and niggas with no drive
That’s down to ride and ridin’, bringin’ down my environment
Can’t walk to the store to buy vitamins
Without my iron in the fresh shirt that’s ironed
‘Cause if I’m dyin’, then I’m flyin’ into heaven
And pressin’ if it ain’t my time yet
At least wanna look good in my hood
The same colors that the signs is
The ones that leave your sister cryin’ with
Your mother, unc’, pops and brother
See, when I leave the house, I make I sure tell ’em I love ya
Remember I was nine or ten, I wouldn’t even say that I liked ’em
‘Cause my parents would say they’d love one and other
Then fight again, confused
Eight year old me with a knife in hand
Her throat in his, she ain’t innocent either
Life’ll teach you, you should never try to fight a man
Where do I begin and tell you why I’m gettin’ high again?
Why I’m ****in’ cryin’ again?
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about killin’ them both to stop the violence, man
****
I look good, but I’m not okay
When you livin’ in a hood where them shots gon’ spray
Where your house not a home, duck or lose your soul
As a boy, they tell you it’s not okay to cry
To cry (Ayy)
Cops, guns drawn, front lawn
Pointed at my pops and mom, what’s goin’ on?
I know gang shit, violent domestic calls
Neighbors done heard it all
Late night in my room sad, wipin’ tears on my durag
Cops askin’ “Which of the two had who hands on who first?”
“Officer, I have no idea
This flu hurt, I been sleep this whole time, that’s why I’m cryin'”
They know that I’m lyin’, ’cause they already don’t care
And feel like I been wastin’ they time
So they leave my bedroom, convict my mom for the crop
I know she felt betrayed, it was all in her eyes
My father had scars, but she thought that I chose no sides
But matter fact, I chose both side, ’cause I chose none
But trust me, I done seen everything that y’all both done
But out of all that I seen whether nightmare or dream
The one that hurt most, was your son
****
I look good, but I’m not okay
When you livin’ in a hood where them shots gon’ spray
Where your house not a home, duck or lose your soul
As a boy, they tell you it’s not okay to cry
To cry (Ayy)