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Don't Cry
23
UK Hip-Hop
Don't Cry was released on July 28, 2023 by High Focus Records as a part of the album Sight Beyond Sight
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Release DateJuly 28, 2023
LabelHigh Focus Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Verbz
Verbz
Performer
Nelson Dialect
Nelson Dialect
Performer
Mr Slipz
Mr Slipz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mathew James Davis
Mathew James Davis
Composer
Dequarn Thompson Koko
Dequarn Thompson Koko
Songwriter
Nelson Kane Hedditch
Nelson Kane Hedditch
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ain't nothin' changed, still posted in the bits alone
Hit a low, tryna aim for where we didn't roam
Shit I know, I was sittin' with a spliff to roll
Thinkin' I could make it rain if I just got my shit to blow
Took a different road, tryna see what the picture show
Sippin' slow, tippin' the elixirs in my mixin' bowl
And I don't know what the mission hold
With a vision known, I don't sit and moan
Rather find out what it is I'm missin', guess I'll live to know
My homie distant, posted on the strip, he shift the blow
Where we livin' cold, really though I'm fine with that
Take time with raps, I just grind and stack
Shine like it's mine, and I don't need no designer
Fly the flag for those that tried to reach the sky and crashed
Still live on this dyin' patch
Seen life slip before my eyes
No death like my brethren, he step by my side
And at times had me wrestlin' with pride
Tears shed for peers bled, left to rest and rise
To the heavens, still these memories reside
And if I go, know they'll remember me
Longevity what I write
Hennessy, hood remedy, cemeteries for the guys
Don't cry, good energy I provide
Sanctimonious, a rhyme opium
Unworthy of the worldliness where we exist
Not a box you could put us in, honest with it
Ridin' vivid in my dossier, opulent script
Go beyond me and my solitude
A grandfather clock stopped tickin' in my family living room
It struck once on my grandma's death anniversary
Ancestry connect in the realm of eternity
Balancin' the world that I'm journalin', yearn for modernity
Till my urn nestled on the mantle near my relatives
Absurd to me, it's a curse and a gift of birth
Death is a certainty, circlin' my speech
And mistakes like a teacher grade essays
Hand a paper to my maker, wicked pen game
In a template, easy to create it if the rent paid
Thread frayed, stitchin' in time, I save nine
Gave me plenty lives like a feline
Laid bare, centrefold
Desire that I pin up on the wall
Adolescent soul, felt old when I was seven
Toll heavy, but the change been collected
I could never trade in a second
Spend it all to make sense of it
I'm a sensitive Cancerian
Don't cry, go to work when they bury him
Don't cry, do your work when they bury him
Written by: Dequarn Thompson Koko, Mathew James Davis, Nelson Kane Hedditch
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