Rights of Passage: Cry

I do
I know some of yall sitting there like why would he want us to cry
What kinda shit it that

I said I roll with the punches
Never roll with the bunches
Man I roll with the punches
(They told me coming up real men don't cry)
Never roll with bunches (Shhhiiii)
Never Roll with (I disagree)
I Never roll with (Yea)

Say! It was nights that I did just that
Cried so hard many scars I couldn't heal back(It was)
Wound open scab pulled back (Damn)
I think it hurt cause I hurt homie
More than a scratch
That's just scratching the surface it's all worth it
The purpose for my hurting
Some niggas just ain't learnt yet
So a little teaching without preaching seem pertinent
I operate on this beat, a fucking heart surgeon
I remember the urgent sound of mama's voice (Uh huh)
"Son it was a lonely night" were her words of choice (Uh huh ma)
Starting listening of course as she told a tale of courts
That led down a path to how my father had died (You listening)
In her eyes
He was still here just in disguise
My mama cried
Couldn't stand to see them tears in her eyes
To my surprise
Turned and she was holding
Her youngest son just like a baby (Damn)
Call me crazy
But i was shaking fervently
Ask who was crying more
Was it her or me
Ionno but some scars can't be cured surgically
And even if you mastered the burns
Imagine third degree (That's pain)
On another level, danny told me that
But I cry everytime I think of my brother
People like to laugh cause 'he a little bit behind us'
But how would you be if you heard the first shot (Pow)
Pick yo father killer out of lineup
Like a vietnam veteran, dawg I swear he had to fight
Even tho he ain't sign up
Think you shouldering a lot, then homie get yo spine up ("Get yo fucking spine up!")
He looked a killer in the eye at five years of age (Cheaa)
So think before the next time don't snitch is what you say (Waddup)
If my brother wouldn't have snitched pop killer would've got away
Put yo hardaway and true grind for ya penny
Stop putting yo heart away and the results'll be endless (That's true)
But that's just me
I don't want no more friends
Since enemies is the the only thing guaranteed (What's next)
At this point, I'm forced to lead
So hungry that I'm forced to feed
Paul Bunyon in the flesh on a course of trees
But for now that's my creed
Said cry if I please, but don't cry for me
Said cry for the thieves cause when I leave
The gamers still gone be plotting on da week
So we gotta stand up
That's if you man enough
Pick a side

Damn I must've forgot
Real men don't cry
Well that's a lie
True story. And for those who believe in that shit (get off ya ass)
You can now cry for me