Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tireek Cody
Songwriter
Jerimiah Griffin
Songwriter
Lyrics
Black boys don't cry
So nigga wipe them tears out ya eyes
Fuckin' up the vibe this the time of our lives
Lil nigga, why you always speaking your mind
Put this drink up in your cup and put that shit to the side
You ain't got bills yet, got no kids yet
Damn that sound like fun to me
Ain't get killed yet, shit ain't real yet
Drown them tears with Hennessy
Cause black boys don't cry
Roger Roger
I'm juggling all these problems
And struggling with the process of loving myself through all it
Dig myself in this hole, and I lost on the way out it
But it seems the more I climb then I less I make progress
So I'm here now between a rock and a hard place
Contemplating the ways that I got to this dark space
And counting down the hours til I go see god face
This I can't take, I just might break
And that's the funny thing about this game called life
White man try to tell you that it's all black and white
That if you want the good life then you just gotta do right
But we all know that they don't fight the same type of fight
Cause black man don't cry, he just get bread
What you sad for? No time for that
You been beat down, nigga too bad
Pick yourself up, no one gon do that
So I, soldier on and I roll with my dogs
Focused on the wrongs, I long to resolve
So we on the boulevard just plotting on broads
Or anything that we can get involved in
Usually don't do this but I'm all in
So I pray that god forgive all my sins
Need some holy water so that I might swim
Cause I'm sinking while I'm thinking how to make it end
But then I snap right back
Can't allow myself to fall right into that trap
You can feel like you alone but it just ain't facts
Ion wanna make songs just to lie in my raps
So I lift my hands up put them right in the sky
I know it's no longer me, myself and then I
This remind me of the times we was in junior high
When everything was so simple we believed we could fly
Black boys don't cry
So nigga wipe them tears out ya eyes
Fuckin up the vibe this the time of our lives
Lil nigga, why you always speaking your mind
Put this drink up in your cup and put that shit to the side
You ain't got bills yet, got no kids yet
Damn that sound like fun to me
Ain't get killed yet, shit ain't real yet
Drown them tears with Hennessy
Cause black boys don't cry
Dear black boy
Why you look so sad all the time
Why every time that you get mad you fucking losing ya mind
You can't even afford no dinner what you need with a chain
Been outside so fucking long you start to look a slave
But see I'm withchu all the way baby I know that it's hard
Having dreams of success so fuck some regular job
You a rockstar now so straight gas in ya lungs
Said fuck school cuz the teachers calling u dumb
Ain't no man around That finna teach u bout girls
So you on hunt for the trunks catching nuts like a squirrel
Whole life unfurled because you made a mistake
Started fucking too early now she two months late
You crying out for help but can't nobody relate
And you know can't be like that wack nigga you hate
And so what do you do
You fucking turn to a Crook
In the land of the sinners with nowhere to rebuke
Blind leading blind but would kill for a look
Typa shit that keep me shook
Born without a home, so no home is our home
Even though it get lonely, know you never alone
That's just the way it is nigga ain't nothing change
Things I know will never be the same
I want them to know my name
So I gotta numb my pain
It's okay to cry, we need you alive
I don't want you to die
Writer(s): Tireek Cody
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