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.