Man Cry

King of Da Ghetto, what's up 'Face, big homie

I greet the Father on my knees
With a bowed head and a humbled heart
My conversation is have mercy on me please
I just wanna be happy, will it come to bad
Fresh out of my mind been twenty-seven years
And every day I've seen is sad

Even though I've tried 'til I've cried, I can't even stand
Feels like I've died a thousand times
But just can't make it, man
Ain't nothing different about me doing dirt
Except I've never crept up on a come up
Maybe that's why the hustling hurts

I remember just like it was yesterday, I'm sixteen
Can't find no love, can't find no peace, I wonder what it means
Could it be because I didn't choose the devil all the time?
I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme

Why couldn't I just live my life without my talent making danger?
Jealousy is now state jail, from friends that turned to strangers
They hate me, I don't understand why
I swear I never seen a man cry 'til it was my own eye

I'm twenty-one and think I finally got a grip on life
An all bills paid apartment, a step-son and a step-wife
But without a vehicle, it's kinda hard to get around
If I got weed I ride for free, if not my partners let me down

So now I'm living to be one deep so much, I'm hating people
Lookin' at everybody, even babies like they Satan people
Nobody understand me, everybody's tripping with me
Wonder why, when I gotta ride
Were none of my people flipping with me

Too many haters, trying to take a player off his game
Not trying to be ballerific, I'm just trying to have some things
They're just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down
If I didn't have so many obstacles, think where I could be now

On MTV or BET, or in some magazine
Instead I'm stressing, hooked on codeine, headed to tragedy
Sometimes I think it's better just to die
Because I never seen a man cry 'til it was my own eye

(What's happening now?)
In the year 2006, ain't nothing changed for 'Ro
Twelve albums strong looking for do', but yet I'm still po'
Now I done had and I done lost, and I done had again
On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend

But even still a good samaritan is Z-Ro's way
And with that Christian attitude, I caught a homeboy case
I done took too many blows, a punching bag is how I feel
The deep depression starts to set, sanity's outta here

I start my mission, trying to find my faith
CDC number four in name, I'm feeling oh so helpless in this place
I want revenge, it's heavy on my mind
But Aunt Sandra say don't fight evil with evil
Try to relax and do your time

I heard a voice, and felt there wasn't no need in acting up
Realized I wasn't at peace with God, and had to patch it up
Hopin' that blessings fall out of the sky
Z-Ro ain't never seen a man cry until it was his own eye