Cry No More
Listen up it's not hard to explain,
the struggle's tough
plenty hard time scarred in our veins.
I hussle for a buck
and break my back to make ends meat,
when times is rough
thugs take they guns and wake up the streets,
but people had enough of,
they own people crying,
black leaders dying
kids screaming out to no father big brother
hussles harder.
I'm not preaching or teaching I'm just
speaking to reach to you folks
pleased by the smoke seeking for hope
I, know we equal in soul needing the doe'
the same way this world is needing a poem.
Right now it's just me, my pad, my pen
working so I don't CRY NO MORE.
It's a beautiful pain because it only
makes me strive to be great
feeling the rain I'm not ashame
to kneel and cry when I pray.
If I had a chance to look the world right in they face,
I'd tell them put your faith in all your dreams and
try everyday.
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