Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Cry, artist - Trick Daddy. Date of issue: 25.10.2004
Song language: English
I Cry |
| Our Father, who art in Heaven |
| Thank You Lord, Lord, thank You Lord |
| No matter how hard I cry it just don’t seem loud enough |
| (That's right, y’all could stand up and rejoice now) |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| (We about halfway through the road) |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| (We got about another hundred years to go) |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| No matter how hard I cry it just don’t seem loud enough |
| (And God is good that’s right God is good) |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| (In fact God is not good sometimes) |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| (He's good all the time) |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| I got a letter from my nigga in prison |
| He said he shooked them and its |
| Too far to drive don’t even worry about a visit |
| All he needed was a couple pictures |
| And a few dollars, that way he ain’t have to worry |
| About borrowing from a nigga |
| Told me to check on his old girl |
| Make sure it’s all good for her and the kids |
| But Hell I already did and then he asked me about his shorty |
| I hate he asked me about his shorty |
| 'Cause its been some years since I saw him |
| Him not knowing his baby’s momma’s horror |
| And ever since the days he’s been gone |
| She’s kinda trapped in a storm |
| But he goes on and on about when he gets home |
| And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong |
| Put him right back where he started at |
| But he ain’t snitched |
| So he feels that them niggaz in his click |
| They ought to pay for that |
| He did his time, day for day, without turning snake |
| 'Cause real O G’s don’t even take please |
| No matter how hard I cry |
| It just don’t seem loud enough |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| No matter how hard I cry |
| It just don’t seem loud enough |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| See when I pray I pray for everybody |
| I pray to God bless America |
| That way these terrorist can’t tear us up |
| But I’m sick and tired of a lot of other things |
| And the bottom line is we gotta set examples for the kids |
| We first ought to teach them love 'cause these days |
| Us niggaz got too much hatred installed in us |
| The radio and TV they just can’t get enough this great big old world |
| I guess it still just ain’t big enough |
| But y’all listen cuz I’m holding on playa |
| The Lord ain’t brought me that far just to drop me off here |
| Y’all keep arguing about religions |
| While y’all referring to y’all old books of the Bible |
| Y’all all out to miss the last bus to Heaven |
| See everybody gonna wait, ain’t gonna be no fighting |
| No pushing, no cussing, nope not at the gate |
| 'Cause everybody gonna meet there |
| And niggaz you ain’t even like in your first life |
| They gonna walk by you and speak, so |
| No matter how hard I cry |
| It just don’t seem loud enough |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| No matter how hard I cry |
| It just don’t seem loud enough |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter |
| How hard I cry, how hard I cry |
| Oh no matter how hard I cry |
| Ooh yeah |
| Eve and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies |
| Invest some money stay together in Heaven |
| I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me |
| And it’s gonna feel so good to seeing them together |
| So I’m sending my deepest condolences to those |
| Who lost family members to the hands of the men that befriend us |
| Y’all remember, we all in this together but who’s ever ain’t forgiving |
| Y’all gonna have Hell getting in Heaven |
| No matter how hard I cry |
| It just don’t seem loud enough |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| No matter how hard I cry |
| It just don’t seem loud enough |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| No matter how hard I cry |
| It just don’t seem loud enough |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| No matter how hard I cry |
| It just don’t seem loud enough |
| Lord I hope You’re hearing me |
| This goes out to the lonely streets |
| And all my brothers sick of crying y’all |
| No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter, no matter |
| How hard I cry, how hard I cry |
| Oh no matter how hard I cry |
| (Thank You Lord Lord thank You Lord) |
| Ooh yeah |