Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Have To Cry, artist - Ms. Dynamite. Album song Judgement Days, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Polydor Ltd. (UK)
Song language: English
You Don't Have To Cry |
| Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah… |
| My name is Weezy F Baby, hey |
| Yeah, her name is Ms. Dynamite, yeah |
| But you tell me… |
| You don’t have to cry |
| You don’t have to cry no more |
| As long as you keep holdin' on |
| You can damn sure take it |
| We gon' make it, baby |
| You don’t have to cry |
| You don’t have to cry no more |
| As long as you keep holdin' on |
| You can damn sure take it |
| We gon' make it, baby |
| You don’t have to cry |
| 'Cause the snitches running to the feds |
| Hoes bouncing from bed to bed |
| No place for trust in your head |
| Can’t trust it… |
| Where so many tears are shed |
| Keep friends? |
| He keep a 9 instead |
| He know tonight he could be dead |
| There’s no justice… |
| So many troubled souls, so many broken homes |
| So many kids out of control |
| 'Cause they hopeless… |
| Too many on parole, too many lies told |
| Too many had their freedom stolen |
| Tryin' to make it out the hood |
| Like, tryin' to make it out a manhole without a rope to pull |
| Hope the bullshit don’t take me out for good |
| I know I gotta make the right example for my folk |
| I don’t joke, though the smoke is hella hard to pull |
| I just take it to the chest like a vet |
| Gettin' still, what I feel on the inside is genocide |
| Tryin' to live on the outside, but will I die |
| But you tell me… |
| My niggas posted on the block |
| Like they soldiers in Iraq |
| Every day them bodies drop |
| Keep droppin'… |
| Pain and violence round the clock |
| Need help but we can’t trust the cops |
| So how the fuck we make it stop? |
| There’s no stoppin'… |
| We tired of these bloody streets |
| All they breed is tragedy |
| This poverty so sad to see |
| So sad… |
| Long as them sirens ring |
| I pray to see the day you smile |
| Get up in my state, I’m tryin' to find fate |
| Gotta get it for grind’s sake, I gotta find cake |
| Ain’t no fire escape, I gotta climb gates |
| And knock down walls, and get up when I fall |
| You see, given the time I’ll face, I can’t slow the pace |
| Gotta move a little faster, ain’t nobody on my side |
| I pray every night, feel like I ain’t prayin' to God |
| Every time I tell Mom, she reply |
| Ain’t a whole lot of love where we livin' |
| The self-hate replace the optimism |
| Ain’t a whole lot of chances we’re given |
| It’s bullshit these streets is devil riddin' |
| Every day you hear another mother scream |
| Every night another victim, another murder scene |
| Every second another nigga turn fiend |
| But my ghetto children, hold on to your dreams |
| Though it’s lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on |
| Though it’s lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on |
| I know it lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on |
| Though it’s lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on |
| Ay, ay, call me when it’s, and call me when it’s |
| Ay, ay, call me when it’s, and call me when it’s |
| Ay, ay, and call me when it’s, call me when it’s, call me when it’s |
| Ay, all my people call me when it’s gangsta |
| My name is Weezy F Baby, hey |
| Her name is Ms. Dynamite, hey, yo yo |
| I know it’s lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on |
| You don’t have to cry… |