Z-ro - Man Cry lyrics

[Talking:] King of Da Ghetto, what's up 'Face big homie [Z-Ro:] I greet the Father, on my knees With a bowed head and a humbled heart, my conversation is have mercy on me please I just wanna be happy, will it come to bad Fresh out of my mind been 27 years, and every day I've seen is sad Even though I've tried till I've cried, I can't even stand Feels like I've died a thousand times, but just can't make it man Ain't nothing different about me, doing dirt Except I've never crept up on a come up, maybe that's why the hustling hurts I remember just like it was yesterday, I'm 16 Can't find no love can't find no peace, I wonder what it means Could it be because, I didn't choose the devil all the time I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme Why couldn't I just live my life, without my talent making danger Jealousy is now state jail, from friends that turned to strangers They hate me, I don't understand why I swear I never seen a man cry, till it was my own eye [Z-Ro:] I'm 21, and think I finally got a grip on life And all bills paid apartment, a step-son and a step-wife But without a vehicle, it's kinda hard to get around If I got weed I ride for free, if not my partners let me down So now I'm loving to be one deep so much, I'm hating people Lookin at everybody, even babies like they Satan people Nobody understand me, everybody's tripping with me Wonder why when I gotta ride, were none of my people flipping with me Too many haters, trying to take a player off his game Not trying to be ballerific, I'm just trying to have some thangs They're just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down If I didn't have so many obstacles, think where I could be now On MTV or BET, or in some magazine Instead I'm stressing, hooked on codeine headed to tragedy Sometimes I think, it's better just to die Because I never seen a man cry, till it was my own eye [Z-Ro:] (what's happening now) in the year 2006, ain't nothing chang ed for Ro 12 albums strong looking for do', but yet I'm still po' Now I done had and I done lost, and I done had again On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend But even still a good samaritan, is Z-Ro's way And with that Christian attitude, I caught a homeboy case I done took too many blows, a punching bag is how I feel The deep depression starts to set, sanity's outta here I start my mission, trying to find my faith CDC number four in name, I'm feeling oh so helpless in this place I want revenge, it's heavy on my mind But Aunt Sandra say don't fight evil with evil, try to relax and do your time I heard a voice, and felt there wasn't no need in acting up Realized I wasn't at peace with God, and had to patch it up Hopin that blessings, fall out of the sky Z-Ro ain't never seen a man cry, until it was his own eye