J. Cole - Can't Cry lyrics

Need y'all n***as to feel me yo, Feel my pain... Said soft n***as can't last hard times yo, Believe that sh**. Real n***as don't cry... Look, Yo... Was just a youngin' with that fresh fade, Bird chest, legs skinny, That hoop dreaming had me tryna be the next Penny, Fresh pennies on my feet, Momma paid for everything I'm wearing, At the fair staring at girls, not a care in the world. Aw. n***a, but sh** done changed since "Mayne" was my nickname, A little n***a chasing things, tryna kick game, Now I'm a man worried about my fam' Let me explain, Its like my pockets stay broke, and if not them sh**s sprained. And so I rap for my n***as trapped in the struggle, Feeling like the world's on your back so you stumble, And it feels like a quarterback get sacked, and then you fumble. Jobs don't call a n***a back so it's back to the hustle. n***as praying for they moms, At the same time they moms pray for them. Ask the Lord to stay with them, guide them on they way, But damn a n***a been a lost fate. It hurts on the usual, The only time you catch me up at church is a funeral. Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my n***a, The same ones you love will bring you pain, my n***a, I don't know if I'll see tomorrow, But I won't cry, no, I can't cry. And in this life, times getting hard my n***a, But f** that, I'm aiming for the stars, my n***a, I won't stop, try 'til the day I die, And I won't cry, no, I can't cry, no. I sit back and watch the news every now and then, Either get depressed or mad from watching the world just crash, Even the weathers bad. It be the same sh**, got my brain twisted, Like damn it's '06 and n***as still up on that gang sh**? Yesterday this kid got his whole frame split Only seventeen, he was finna graduate in like three weeks, some stupid n***as got him for his chain, But he fought back, they blasted him and left him on the pavement And now they telling me this little girl just got raped, Some dude snatched her and she was standing at the bus stop, wait, man she just eleven! What the f** is up with this world, got these grown n***as f**ing with girls? Plus the cops hara**ing us, every week be blasting us, on accident, or so they claim Reporters sympathizing like they truly know the pain They k**ed her only son, Make her wanna blow her brains out, Change the channel man I can't watch this sh**... Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my n***a, The same ones you love will bring you pain, my n***a, I don't know if I'll see tomorrow, But I won't cry, no, I can't cry. And in this life, times getting hard my n***a, But f** that, I'm aiming for the stars, my n***a, I won't stop, try 'til the day I die, And I won't cry, no, I can't cry, no. Take a ride through the city man and tell me what you witness. Poverty, richness, crooked cops and misfits, violence, hatred, real devastation, neighborhoods looking like there's still segregation, welfare, single mothers, no jobs, tryna get a piece for yourself, but they hogging up the whole pie, fiegns in the street so high off of that crack sh**, this n***a thirteen with a gat under his mattress... White folks got the road to success mapped and that's all good, but why don't black's got that same atlas? I asked the same question a million ways and it seems like I had prayed for a million days. Still the ills remain - just bills and pain. Shoot outs and project buildings, children slain, skies filled with rain and I just sit and wonder why. Its enough to make a n***a wanna cry, but I can't though... Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my n***a, The same ones you love will bring you pain, my n***a, I don't know if I'll see tomorrow, But I won't cry, no, I can't cry. And in this life, times getting hard my n***a, But f** that, I'm aiming for the stars, my n***a, I won't stop, try 'til the day I die, And I won't cry, no, I can't cry, no.