Lyrics Thugz Cry - Şevin, Kp

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