Song Cry Video (MV)

I can't see em coming down my eyes so I gotta make this song cry
I see my people when I look in the sky so I gotta make this song cry
I hear voices I'm just tryna survive so ima make this song cry
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I gotta make this song cry
Cool dude we ate noodles wasn't no cooked food
Niggas broke from buying drip just tryna look cool
Why you tryna play the streets just find a good school
I could never break the code that's just a major rule
Talk out loud don't whisper nun what you say fool
It going down up in the trenches niggas play wit tools
Some loose screws play it cool streets ain't got a rule
Niggas killing kids then tell they hood like shit is cool
Niggas shooting moms then tell the block they think this shit is cool shoulda went to school you niggas f*ckin fools
We ain't wanna live this life but now we tucking tools
The opps they know wassup for real no we ain't ducking moves
What I'm rapping we be living talkin literal
Niggas got no sense I swear the streets is getting pitiful
Boy is 14 he already did a drill or two
And he don't even know what happened boy off a pill or two
Grown at 16 already did a bid or two
By 18 he already got a kid or two
They know I'm here to speak the real and I ain't kidding you
The men in blue they label all of us as criminals
Brother from another if you black then you a criminal
And all the jails is filled brothers cus we typical
I'm here to speak the facts about the hood it ain't political
We just need accountability and principles
Talk that shit that you could feel man I ain't rapping just for fun
Make some money off this shit I'm onna grind until it's done
Know it's possible to die but I ain't dying to no gun
Gon be rich for generations hood a never see my son
Be forreal that's how you feel then why you putting on a front
All alone but I'm just fine and I ain't going on a hunt
Sticky fingers ease the pain it's time to roll another blunt
Humble nigga I don't gotta but I think it's time to stunt
Growing up we had it hard but pray to god and then we grab toasters
Granny living downstairs the kitchen had roaches
Younging take advice from MoneyMarc these Niggas bad coaches
Envying yo dawg will never do it that's just bad motion You a pay bad token
I do the dash and run up cash when I'm mad & broken
I'm the future f*ck the past you moving slowing I'm moving fast
And I got answers if you ask and I'm in first you come in last
And I'm weathering the storm so I ain't gotta check the cast
We from the struggle I can't fake it see through niggas like they glass