Don't Cry

歌手: Army of the Pharaohs • 专辑:Ritual of Battle • 发布时间:2007-09-25
The first time I heard rap I was so gased
'Cause back then, you could make an album with no cash
But nowadays everybody is so cool
You got niggas dropping out of school to learn Pro Tools
And this is all facts
I had to learn how to fall back
And stop wasting my time with small cats
They'll have you caught up in beef that you'll get killed for
Or caught up in the current, my nigga, that you ain't built for
And young jewels, getting loose with the cooch
Not understanding everything in this life started with you  but
I know this life is getting kind scarey
When you only here you secondary
Man, you most necessary
And AOTP family is too strong
We hold our head high
'Cause it's been down for too long
And once you get it, don't get it and boast
Just do the knowledge, the greater the trial the greater the growth
Man up

Don't cry when the struggle aproches
Keep your self at arms reach
Away from haters and jokers
When it's time to be a man
Make your plan and face it
Things are gonna get better
Once you get out of the basement
The struggle only gonna sit(?)
It lasts if you let it
The only way to overcome it
Is to shuffle through the negatives
It's the positives that allow  you to proceed promptly
To  react on impulses
And show your results calmly
Take it from a man  that'll do for his family
More Vinnie do for Celph,(
the line is
: More then he do for (him)self)
Who else could understand me
The streets are watching so the option is yours
The only way to make an effect
Is ride for the cause my nigga

We gotta hang on, shorties is giving up,
The hoods broke, 'cause the government don't give a ****
Don't waste your whole life trying to get chedder
Hold your head high and don't cry, shortie it gets better
Don't live  everyday rain and hand's help
This is grown man shit, put in work for your damn self
Don't waste your whole life trying to get chedder
Hold your head high and don't cry, homie it gets better

I'm come from a  broken home
Bloody tears, no cameras
No footage of dad ****ing with grandma
And now my daughter get larger by the minute
Asking question  like "where my daddy?"  I tell her
Baby, in this  life we live, theres a life to give
To a  upperhand, maybe pretty soon you'll understand that
I took a sip of your Bacardi my b***h (Oops)
I was 12, you were mad, look, I'm sorry my b***h
And thanks for the party my b***h,
You threw for my birthday at parks
Nothing with ever break us apart
Now I'm much bigger, life is much clearer
Perks have been abused  dumbing zanis in my syrup
'Till I've been in the grammys with a Shakira look-alike
Hopes shes right, I don't wanna be a crip tonight...
Nope, hope a major label looks tonight
'Cause I don't wanna have to strong arm you and get booked tonight

Call it the hood a gutter,
'Cause  all they looking for is a good mother
But it ain't none of them  left,
They took the good from 'em
It ain't safe no more, the street is Vietnam
The older guards on the dean
Trying to keep it calm
The streets rought out here, it's tought out here
And young boys they don't give a **** out here (Damn)
But the government the one who put the crack in hoods
We gonna start a revolution, take it back for good
And I don't give a mother**** about the police
They the reason every single ghetto having no peace
They putting poison in the water
I don't know why
This is for the little shorties
Hold your head and don't cry
Chorus
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