Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thugz Cry, artist - Şevin. Album song Commissary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.07.2013
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
Thugz Cry |
| So real in the field you know |
| Blood and peace Don Deez |
| KP: I’m really tired |
| Sevin: Gone but not forgotten man |
| KP: Got to get this money though ya know |
| Sevin: Yea |
| KP: Sevin I see you my nigga |
| Sevin: I see you too bro |
| KP: KP |
| Tired of all the struggle |
| Tired of all the hustle |
| Tired of having to muscle |
| Niggas up off they bundle |
| Tired of having to worry |
| Tired of all the pain |
| Tired of having to bury my niggas is in the grave |
| Tired of all the bills I mean I’m loving the thrills |
| But I feel like life really ain’t worth living without them |
| My mind floats trying to see the dead |
| Vivid pictures of my oncoming sins ahead |
| Send a tune to your tomb like a rise homie |
| Its at your wrath you appoint those who despise phony |
| United with a close bunch I eat with lions homie |
| Round table pass the bread cut the pie slowly |
| I’m kind of tired nigga |
| I done dug my self a hole and trying to fly nigga |
| Got wings but I can’t seem to rise with them |
| I admit I’m tired but I despise quitting |
| Got Smith & Wesson for you lose lippers |
| Lord knows the rain is like my tears |
| Storm in my eyes yes |
| Do you see the thug when he cries |
| Like my tears storm in my eyes |
| See a thug when he cries |
| Yea I’m barely scratching the surface |
| So many issues I’m yet to address |
| My flesh is a mess my blessing is death |
| I know that if I pray it will lessen my stress |
| Must you school me everyday with these lessons & tests |
| Yea, I’ve been regarded to a modern Pac |
| If I am pleased and God is not it’s got to stop |
| I’m locked up in a room within my flustered soul |
| Staring at a rusted door but I don’t trust it though |
| Yea feel like I’m drowning in a sea of tears |
| I may escape but its my fate just to reappear |
| Forgive me if it seems if I’m being drear |
| What good is dry, I can’t even steer if I ain’t seeing clear |
| I cover up my wounds but they ain’t healing |
| Cry myself to sleep wake up to the same feeling |
| I ain’t willing to be a burden so I ain’t spilling |
| My pain to the niggas I hang with so I remain chilling |
| Yea wearing a mask like everything’s cool |
| I say I’m gravy when they ask but it ain’t true |
| Father tell me whats the purpose are you mad at me? |
| All though I’m hurting I am working through the agony |
| The real tragedy is that it seems to be self inflicted |
| My health’s restricted popped a pill a fell addicted |
| 11 months clean I am proud to say |
| Brighter days are coming but they are miles away |
| O LORD, rebuke me not in your anger |
| Nor discipline me in your wrath |
| Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am languishing; |
| Heal me, O LORD, for my bones are troubled |
| My soul also is greatly troubled |
| But you, O LORD—how long? |
| Turn, O LORD, deliver my life; |
| Save me for the sake of your steadfast love |
| For in death there is no remembrance of you; |
| In Sheol who will give you praise? |
| I am weary with my moaning; |
| Every night I flood my bed with tears; |
| I drench my couch with my weeping |
| My eye wastes away because of grief; |
| It grows weak because of all my foes |
| Depart from me, all you workers of evil |
| For the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping |
| The LORD has heard my plea; |
| The LORD accepts my prayer |
| All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled; |
| They shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment |