Statik Selektah - Cry Baby lyrics

[Intro] Cry baby. Cry. You ain't gotta wipe your eyes. ohh Music heals the soul. Momma I love you. I know I ain't been the best son [Verse One] 1977 Out of the heavens it did rain Pamala Christine will endure, through the pain Barely 17, no big plans or wedding rings She was still in high school, ditchin' cla**, nahmean? She was not a fiend but she smoke Not a dream or a hope Alex would have stayed but Alex a** strayed Still she was knocked up, Alex got locked up Would have took binoculars to find where baby papa was Still the object of the story is the shorty with a shortie in her stomach Pamela was confronted, will you keep this here a secret? Could you raise it? Could you keep it? Saddest part, this is deja vu got her thinkin' 1976 If the baby wasn't aborted It's be the second little Corey And I know she can't afford it, she a youngin' in the mix Barely fill her own tummy, tell me how it come to this? [Hook] I heard Pamela got a baby The woman got to feel the pain A damn shame, the child barely 17 No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery It left dear momma weak What will it do to me? Pam's got a baby Someone's got to feel the pain A damn shame, the child barely 17 No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery It left dear momma weak What will it do to me? [Verse Two] Who know 'bout hunger pains? Suffer with baby sisters How many have you lost? Audrey and B. I miss ya Corey can never floss Hand-me-down torn skimpies Livin' with auntie, "Is momma comin'?" it's sorta iffy Daddy was never there I used to box with Billy Streets of Newbury raised me and I love my city Came from a broken home Folks smokin' marijuana Sniffin' them lines, I wrote rhymes on Park & Howard corner Felt like parent's disowned us Spock and me used to roam Across the city, low pockets, lookin' for room and home You n***as deep into dinners, I said to each his own I got a head on my shoulders and plus this microphone Grew up with nothin', we made somethin' on them holidays For kicked out of school made momma a lot less proud of A's Nicky, baby bro, look I apologize Just thought you could see daddy within your brother's eyes Little knucklehead, wet the bed, many fears Got to 18 alive on my momma sweatin' tears And I'm here Still crazy Secrets revealed, wish I kept it concealed Cry baby [Hook] I heard Pamela got a baby The woman got to feel the pain A damn shame, the child barely 17 No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery It left dear momma weak What will it do to me? Pam's got a baby Someone's got to feel the pain A damn shame, the child barely 17 No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery It left dear momma weak What will it do to me? [Verse Three] Young teen If daddy dies of A.I.D.S. don't you cry baby Rat and roaches infested but we'll get by baby Slept on that pull out so many nights had my eyes lazy Little brats on the streets, fixin' to die maybe Don't want my boys comin' over, she gettin' high daily I coulda tried harder, to help you get by momma I now see how you lost your life due to my father Accept my deepest regrets, I showed you disrespect Couldn't take all that yellin', I had pride to protect I love you Pamela I love you Trevor too Scars and scrapes, ups and downs understandable If you was me as a child I couldn't handle you But you was givin' at gifts, see struggle and persist See trouble, can't resist I'm changin' my ways, new books is in this music But I'm aimin' for A's Nowadays even cowards spray, all I do is pray I'm cool to walk in your light Just help me find my way And I'm here, still crazy Secrets revealed Wish I kept 'em concealed Cry baby Cry baby Cry [Hook] I heard Pamela got a baby The woman got to feel the pain A damn shame, the child barely 17 No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery It left dear momma weak What will it do to me? Pam's got a baby Someone's got to feel the pain A damn shame, the child barely 17 No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery It left dear momma weak What will it do to me?