Cry No More - Phonte

Motherfuckers can’t cry no more, when you die no more

It’s a crying shame, you don’t even try no more

Black suits, black ties and obituaries handed out

Ashes to ashes after living life, hand to mouth

A deathwish is cool till its time to blow the candles out

I need some answers now, leaving your sons is tantamount

To throwing 'em straight to the wolves

And everybody saying they’d be different if they had a man around

He loved his work and his women built like a Clydesdale

Went to the city in search of supreme clientele

And back to the country, frontin' like he Mr. Drysdale

Just an illusion, a ruse, an ol' wives tale

While I was in the 'Boro where the dope and the gun work

Had the whole 'hood soundin' like Dunkirk

Starin' at my celing fan, tryin' to be a man

Wishin' I had a chance to be his son first

«You know, it’s crazy 'cause like when I was a kid.

My dad used to pick me up

from school.

He was an executive chef and he would bring me to the kitchen.

I would be so excited to cook

And you know he’d be like, «Nah, you need to, you need to prep.

You need to do

preparation.»

And I didn’t understand it at the time but he was teaching me

about life

They ask me where I been, dog I been rebuilding

With my wiz and children, put my pops in the ground

Then hit the repast and ate the same shit that killed him

Your habits didn’t deviate, just thought you would appreciate

My moms used to say I was a whore just like you

So Ma, I ran through even more just to spite you

And Pops, my health is doin' pretty good despite you

I try so I don’t die at 54 just like you, cold

I’m one snowflake away from an avalanche

My first teachers were masters of self-sabotage

My momma walking slower these days, she got a stent

Still on them Newports, where’s your fuckin' common sense?

Pardon my French, I’m just still unconvinced

That as young as you are, soon I’ll be takin' care of you

I get it you’re the one who did the raising, I’m the son

But I’m not ready to cry at your Lorraine Hansberry-al

You can’t undo it you either succumb to it

Make the adjustment or just become numb to it

Looking over your life like «what have I done» to it

Knowing your bloodline is the river that runs through it

My sons look at me these days and think I’m certified

Preparing them for a world they’ll be deserted by, internalize

Black Man if you get a teaspoon of compassion, that’s more than double the

serving size

I get impatient, shit is taking too long

They don’t get it, I really lived it, you can say what you want

'Cause by the time you realize that your father was right

You’ll probably have your own son telling you that you wrong

But be his ride or die, even if you two ain’t seein' eye to eye

Teach him how to throw a punch, ride a bike, tie a tie

Hold on to 'em while you can, this is just what I advise

Tiggalo Tiggalo Tiggalo Tiggalo

Nah nah nah nah, fuck that piano man!

Keep playing!