Joe Budden
Joe Budden - When Thugs Cry songtekst
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How can you just leave me standin' alone in a world that's so cold maybe I'm just too demandin' maybe I'm just like my father too bold maybe I'm just like my mother she's never satisfied why do we scream at each other this is what it sounds like when thugs cry (yo) First off I got a seed comin' so I won't even front like I don't need nothin' dependin' on record sales for me to see somethin' but if that fall back how the fuck I'm supposed to feed little Budden I been to jail before I been a bum before but a nigga ain't never had a son before I dealt with caine and fire I done banged with fighters but I ain't never changed a diaper I ain't ready ever since I signed niggas been on my back like mouse what up, when I'm gettin' on the track and so the hood hates me figured they be much kinder like Joe congradulations and we comin' right behind ya everybody in the hood I dap says I'm responible for everybody in the hood that raps they don't like how I do shit say I changed I'm the same nigga that ya'll went to high school with after all these years I'm still the same drug addict and it's fucked up I'm sober with them same drug habits I still pinch, thief, con and lie, rob, shoot difference now is I ain't high Cats is after me atleast I got a crew to warn me I don't like walkin' around with this 32 on me atleast my mans is real atleast my family's there is it worth rappin' the answers yeah but I don't know... yo I'm a survivor I seen darker days a mama's boy with my father's ways but I had to see my mom in tears when pop went to the store for them newports that he must ain't find in years my little brother lives in the same state I ain't know that I got a little brother I didn't know that see I was never told that if so I'd of been at the door with a basketball and a kodak love my baby moms to death she don't believe that shit I ain't never there for her to see that don't wanna lose my wiz beggin' her to do this bid not jail but this music shit and I know your family hate me but we come far just us against the world unarmed me and my girlfriend come a time when your mind ain't right and you (??) and you get used to not being used to I'm cool with where the lord placed me but I hold my heat and pray I never have to take it off safety I pray for all my niggas pinchin' on the curb Jersey City will get the recognition it deserves I pray for my son, he'll have genes like me pray that he don't have to go through everything like me pray to God to bring out the things I never knew I had in me the rest of my mom and dad in me (uh huh)