Can't Cry

Yeah Need y'all niggas to feel me, y'all (As we continue on) Feel my pain (This one's called Can't Cry) Sad soft niggas can't last hard times, yo Believe that shit Yeah, ay Real niggas don't cry Look, yo Was just a youngin' with that fresh fade, bird chest, legs skinny That hoop dreamin' had me tryna be the next Penny Fresh Pennys on my feet, mama paid for everything I'm wearing At the fair staring at girls, not a care in the world Aw, nigga, but shit done changed since Mane was my nickname A lil' nigga chasing things, tryna keep game Now I'm a man, worried 'bout my fam, let me explain It's like my pockets stay broke, and if not, them shit's sprained And so I rap 'fore my niggas trapped in the struggle You feelin' like the world's on your back, so you stumble In the field like a quarterback, get sacked, then you fumble Jobs don't call a nigga back, so it's back to the hustle Niggas prayin' for their moms at the same time they moms pray for them Ask the lord to stay with them, guide them on their way, but, damn A nigga been a lost faith, it hurts on the usual The only time you catch me up at church is a funeral, damn Sometimes sunshine turn to rain, my nigga The same ones you love will bring you pain, my nigga I don't know if I'll see tomorrow And I won't cry, no, I can't cry And in this life, times getting hard My nigga, but fuck that (yeah) I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, ay) I won't stop, tryin' 'til the day I die (yeah, ay, ay, listen) And I won't cry, no, I can't cry (yo) I sit back and watch the news every now and then Either get depressed or mad For watching the world just crash, even the weather's bad It'd be same shit, got my brain twisted, like "Damn, it's '06, that nigga still up on that gang shit?" (That shit old, bruh) Yesterday this kid got his whole brain split Only 17, he was finna graduate in, like, 3 weeks Some stupid niggas got him for his chain, but he fought back They blasted him and left him on the pavement, uh (rest in peace) And now they telling me this little girl just got raped Some dude snatched her, she was standing at the bus stop Wait, man, she was 11, what the fuck is up with this world? Got these grown niggas fuckin' with girls Plus the cops harrasin' us Every week be blasting us on accident, or so they claim Reporters sympathizing like they truly know the pain (right) They killed her only son, now she wanna blow her brains out Change the channel, man, I can't watch this shit Sometimes sunshine turn to rain, my nigga The same ones you love will bring you pain, my nigga I don't know if I'll see tomorrow And I won't cry, no, I can't cry And in this life, times getting hard (yeah) My nigga, but fuck that (Yeah, yeah) I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga (yeah, yeah, uh) I won't stop, tryin' 'til the day I die (yeah, ay, ay, look) And I won't cry, no, I can't cry (look, yeah, yo) Take a ride through the city, man, tell me what you witness Poverty, richness, crooked cops, and misfits Violence, hatred, real devastation Neighborhoods looking like there's still segregation Welfare, single mothers, no jobs Tryna get a piece for yourself, but they hogging up the whole pie Fiends in the streets so high off of that crack shit This nigga 13 with a gat under his mattress (Bang!) White folks got the road to success mapped, and that's all good But why don't blacks got that same atlas? I asked the same question a million ways And it seems like I done prayed for a million days But still the ills remain, just bills and pain Shootouts in project buildings, children slain Skies filled with rain and I just sit and wonder why It's enough to make a nigga wanna cry, but I can't though Sometimes sunshine turn to rain, my nigga The same ones you love will bring you pain, my nigga I don't know if I'll see tomorrow And I won't cry, no, I can't cry And in this life, times getting hard (Yeah, uh) My nigga, but fuck that (yeah, uh, yeah) I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga (get the, yeah, nigga) I won't stop, tryin' 'til the day I die (yeah, yeah, ay, ay) And I won't cry, no, I can't cry (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, shit dedicated to my cousin Ricky, man Hoop dreams was cut short, man Learned he had a baby on the way Nigga wasn't even a senior in high school, hold your head, man Get rich, nigga (Is this what you want? Huh?)