You Don't Have To Cry - Ms. Dynamite, Lil Wayne

Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah…

My name is Weezy F Baby, hey

Yeah, her name is Ms. Dynamite, yeah

But you tell me…

You don’t have to cry

You don’t have to cry no more

As long as you keep holdin' on

You can damn sure take it

We gon' make it, baby

You don’t have to cry

You don’t have to cry no more

As long as you keep holdin' on

You can damn sure take it

We gon' make it, baby

You don’t have to cry

'Cause the snitches running to the feds

Hoes bouncing from bed to bed

No place for trust in your head

Can’t trust it…

Where so many tears are shed

Keep friends?

He keep a 9 instead

He know tonight he could be dead

There’s no justice…

So many troubled souls, so many broken homes

So many kids out of control

'Cause they hopeless…

Too many on parole, too many lies told

Too many had their freedom stolen

Tryin' to make it out the hood

Like, tryin' to make it out a manhole without a rope to pull

Hope the bullshit don’t take me out for good

I know I gotta make the right example for my folk

I don’t joke, though the smoke is hella hard to pull

I just take it to the chest like a vet

Gettin' still, what I feel on the inside is genocide

Tryin' to live on the outside, but will I die

But you tell me…

My niggas posted on the block

Like they soldiers in Iraq

Every day them bodies drop

Keep droppin'…

Pain and violence round the clock

Need help but we can’t trust the cops

So how the fuck we make it stop?

There’s no stoppin'…

We tired of these bloody streets

All they breed is tragedy

This poverty so sad to see

So sad…

Long as them sirens ring

I pray to see the day you smile

Get up in my state, I’m tryin' to find fate

Gotta get it for grind’s sake, I gotta find cake

Ain’t no fire escape, I gotta climb gates

And knock down walls, and get up when I fall

You see, given the time I’ll face, I can’t slow the pace

Gotta move a little faster, ain’t nobody on my side

I pray every night, feel like I ain’t prayin' to God

Every time I tell Mom, she reply

Ain’t a whole lot of love where we livin'

The self-hate replace the optimism

Ain’t a whole lot of chances we’re given

It’s bullshit these streets is devil riddin'

Every day you hear another mother scream

Every night another victim, another murder scene

Every second another nigga turn fiend

But my ghetto children, hold on to your dreams

Though it’s lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on

Though it’s lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on

I know it lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on

Though it’s lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on

Ay, ay, call me when it’s, and call me when it’s

Ay, ay, call me when it’s, and call me when it’s

Ay, ay, and call me when it’s, call me when it’s, call me when it’s

Ay, all my people call me when it’s gangsta

My name is Weezy F Baby, hey

Her name is Ms. Dynamite, hey, yo yo

I know it’s lookin' kinda rough, you gotta hold on

You don’t have to cry…