Cry Lyrics By Cozz
Yeah, yeah, look
I’m tired of drive-bys and n***** with no drive
That’s down to ride and riot and bringing 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’ into Heaven, impressive
If it’s my time, then
I at least want to look good in my hood
The same colors as 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 sure I tell them I love ya
Remember I was nine or ten, I wouldn’t even say that I liked ’em
‘Cause my parents would say they love each other then fight again
Confused, eight year old me with a knife in hand, her throat in his
She ain’t innocent neither
Life will teach you you should never try to fight a man
Where do I begin to tell you why I’m getting high again?
Why I’m fuckin’ crying again
Young thinking about killing them both to stop the violence, man
I look good but I’m not okay
When you living in the hood where them shots gon’ spray
When your house not a home, know you lose your soul
As a boy they tell you that it’s not okay to cry
To cry
Cops, guns drawn, front lawn
Pointed at my pops and moms, what’s going on?
Not no gang shit
Violent domestic calls
Neighbors done heard it all
Late night in my room sad, wiping tears on my durag
Cops asking, “Which out of the two had who hands on who first?”
Officer, I have no idea, this flu hurt
I been asleep this whole time, that’s why I’m crying
They know that I’m lying
They already don’t care and feel like I been wasting 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 of 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
I look good but I’m not okay
When you living in the hood where them shots gon’ spray
When your house not a home know you lose your soul
As a boy they tell you that it’s not okay to cry
To cry