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