Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Cry, artist - Deablo.
Date of issue: 18.03.2012
Song language: English
I Cry |
Although we feel like wi living in hell, |
Try keep a smile like wi living is well, |
But fi tell you di truth, |
Bigger heads a deal with the youths like we live in Isreal. |
Pure innocent youths dying roun' here, |
Only see the politicians every four year, |
All dem want a wi vote, |
But from dem get wi support, dem really don’t care. |
Mi seh di youths dem a feel it, |
Yeah di youths dem a feel it, |
but true wi always a smile, |
but deep inside… |
I Cry, |
No tears in my eyes, |
but believe me mi heart cry, |
Fi di youth in di street, |
No where fi dem sleep… |
I Cry |
No tears in my eyes, |
but believe me mi heart cry, |
Ghetto living it nuh sweet, |
yet still wi affi dweet. |
Still a step inna di street, |
Still a tough it out, |
Still a hustle everyday, |
Still a thug it out |
If me wake without food mi a go without, |
Nuff man crumble under pressure cant hol' it out, |
Mi mada tell mi from mi born seh mi nuffi vote, |
all mi get a heineken a box a curry goat, |
Drop a jail nuh MP nah let you out, |
But dem quick fi gi' you gun and quick fi sell you out. |
Mi seh di youths dem a feel it, |
Yeah di youths dem a feel it, |
but true wi always a smile, |
but deep inside… |
I Cry, |
No tears in my eyes, |
but believe me mi heart cry, |
Fi di youth in di street, |
No where fi dem sleep… |
I Cry |
No tears in my eyes, |
but believe me mi heart cry, |
Ghetto living it nuh sweet, |
yet still wi affi dweet. |
Although we feel like wi living in hell, |
Try keep a smile like wi living is well, |
But fi tell you di truth, |
Bigger heads a deal with the youths like we live in Isreal. |
Pure innocent youths dying roun' here, |
Only see the politicians every four year, |
All dem want a wi vote, |
But from dem get wi support, dem really don’t care. |
Mi seh di youths dem a feel it, |
Yeah di youths dem a feel it, |
but true wi always a smile, |
but deep inside… |
I Cry, |
No tears in my eyes, |
but believe me mi heart cry, |
Fi di youth in di street, |
No where fi dem sleep… |
I Cry |
No tears in my eyes, |
but believe me mi heart cry, |
Ghetto living it nuh sweet, |
yet still wi affi dweet. |