Phonte - Cry No More lyrics

Motherf**ers can’t cry no more When you die no more Its a crying shame You won’t even try no more Black suits black ties and obituaries handed out Ashes to ashes after living life hand to mouth A d**hwish is cool till its time to blow the candles out I need some answers now Leaving your sons is tantamount to throwing em straight to the wolves And everybody saying theyd be different if they had a man around He liked his work and his women built like a Clydesdale Went to the city in search of supreme clientele And back to the country frontin like he Mr Drysdale Just an illusion a ruse an old wives tale While I was in the borough where the dope and the gun work Had the whole hood soundin like Dunkirk Staring at my celing fan tryin to be a man Wishing I had a chance to be a son first [Dialogue] You know its crazy cos like when I was a kid My dad used to pick me up from school He was an executive chef and he would bring me to the kitchen I would be so excited to cook And you know hed be like “nah” you need to, you need to prep You need to do preparation And I didn’t understand it at the time But he was teaching me about life They ask where I been dog I been rebuilding With my wiz and children Put my pops in the ground And hit the Repa** and ate the same sh** that k**ed him Your habits didn’t deviate Just thought you would appreciate My moms used to say I was a who*e just like you Son mom, I ran through even more just to spite you And Pops, my health is doing pretty good despite you I try so I dont die at 54 just like you cold Im one snowflake away from an avalanche My first teachers were masters of self sabotage My momma walking slower nowerdays she got a stent Still on them Newports wheres your f**in common sense? Pardon my French Im just still unconvinced That as young as you are soon Ill be taking care of you I get it youre the one who did the raising(rasin) Im the son(sun) But Im not ready to cry at your Lorraine Hansberry-al You can’t undo it you either succumb to it Make the adjustment or just become numb to it Looking over your life like what have I done to it Knowing your bloodmine is the river that runs through it My sons look at me these days and think Im certified Preparing them for a world theyll be desserted by Internalized black men if you get a teaspoon of compa**ion Thats more than double the serving size I get impatient sh** is taking too long They dont get it I really lived it you can say what you want Cos by the time you realise that your father was right Youll have your own son telling you that youre wrong But be his ride or die even if you two ain’t seein eye to eye Teach him how to throw a punch, ride a bike, tie a tie Hold on to him while you can this is just what I advise [Kids voice] Tiggalo Tiggalo Tiggalo Tiggalo [Phonte] Nah nah nah nah f** that piano man! keep playing!