Cry

[Intro]
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Yeah, yeah, look

[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
Fuck

[Chorus]
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, dawg, you lose your soul
As a boy, they tell you it's not okay to cry
To cry (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Cops, guns drawn, front lawn
Pointed at my pops and moms, what's goin' on?
Not no gang shit, violent domestic calls
Neighbors done heard it all
Late night in my room sad, wipin' tears on my durag
Cops askin' "Which out 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', they already don't care
And feel like I been wastin' they time
So they leave my bedroom, convict my moms for the crime
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 sides, 'cause I chose none
But trust me, I done seen everything that y'all both done
But out of all that I've seen whether nightmare or dream
The one that hurt most, was your son
Fuck

[Chorus]
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, dawg, you lose your soul
As a boy, they tell you it's not okay to cry
To cry (Ayy)