Can’t Cry - J. Cole

Need y'all *****s to feel me yo
Feel my pain
Said soft *****s can't last hard time yo
Believe that ****
Real *****s don't cry
Was just a youngin' with that fresh fade bird chest legs skinny
That hoop dreaming had me tryna be the next penny
Fresh pennines on my feet momma paid for everything I'm wearing
At the fair staring at girls not a care in the world
Aw *****but ****done changed sinceMaynewas my nickname
A little *****chasing things tryna kick game
Now I'm a man worried about my fam let me explain
Its like my pockets stay broke and if not them ****s sprained
And so I rap for my *****s trapped in the struggle
Feeling like the world's on your back so you stumble
And it feels like a quarterback get sacked and then you fumble
Jobs don't call a *****back so it's back to the hustle
*****s praying for they moms at tne same time they moms pray for them
Ask the Lord to stay with them guide them on the way
But d**n a *****been a lost fate
It hurts on the usual
The only time you catch me up at church is a funeral
Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my *****
The same ones you love will bring you pain my *****
I don't know if I'll see tomorrow
I won't cry no I can't cry
And in this life times getting hard my *****
But ****that I'm aiming for the stars my *****
I won't stop try 'til the day I die
And I won't cry no I can't cry no
I sit back and watch the news every now and then
Either get depressed or mad from watching the world just crash
Even the weathers bad
It be the same ****got my bain twisted
Like d**n it's '06 and *****s still up on that gang ****
Yesterday this kid got his whole frame split
Only seventeen he was finna graduate in like three weeks
Some stupid *****s got him for his chain
But they fought back they blasted him and left him on the pavement
And now they telling me this little girl just got raped
Some dude snatched her and she was standing at the bus stop wait
Man she just eleven
What the ****is up with this world got these grown *****s ****ing with girls
Plus the cops harassing us every week be blasting us on accident or so they claim
Reporters sympathizing lie they truly know the pain
They killed her only son now her wanna blow her brains out
Change the channel man I can't watch this ****
Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my *****
The same ones you love will bring u pain my *****
I don't know if I'll see tomorrow
But I won't cry no I can't cry
And in this life times getting hard my *****
But ****that I'm aiming for the stars y *****
I won't stop try 'til the day I die
And I won't cry no I can't cry no
Take a ride through the city man and tell me what you witness
Poverty richness crooked cops and misfits violence hatred real devastation
Neighborhoods looking like there's still segregation
Welfare single mothers no jobs tryna get a piece for yourself but they hogging up the whole pie
Fiegns in the street so high off of that crack ****this *****thirteen with a gat under his mattress
Whith folks got the road to success mapped and that's all good
Why don't black's got that same atlas
I asked the same questions a million ways
And it seems like I had prayed for a million days
Still the ills remain just bills and pain
Shoot outs and project buildings children slain
Skies filled with rain and I just sit and wonder why
Its enough to make a *****wanna cry
But I can't though
Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my *****
The same ones you love will bring you pain my *****
I don't know if I'll see tomorrow
But I won't cry no I can't cry
And in this life times getting hard my *****
But ****that I'm aiming for the stars my *****
I won't stop try 'til the day I die
And I won't cry no I can't cry no