Cry

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

I'm tired of drive-bys and niggas with no drive

That's down to ride and riot and bringin' down my environment

Can't walk to the store to buy vitamins

Without my iron and a fresh shirt that's ironed

'Cause if I'm dyin', then I'm flyin' in to heaven impressive

If it's my time, then at least wanna look good in my hood

The same colors that the signs is

The ones that leave your sister cryin' wit' your mother

Aunt, 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 to tell you why I'm gettin' high again?

Why I'm fuckin' cryin' again?

Young, thinkin' about killin' 'em both to stop the violence, man