J. Cole - Can't Cry lyrics

Yeah need y’all niggas to feel me, yo
Feel my pain
Said soft niggas can’t last hard times, yo
Believe that shit yeah (yeah) , aye (aye)
Real niggas 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 Pennys on my feet
Momma paid for everything I’m wearing
At the fair staring at girls
Not a care in the world aw nigga
But shit done changed since
Mane was my nickname
A little nigga chasing things
Tryna kick game
Now I’m a man worried about my fam
Let me explain
It’s like my pockets stay broke
And if not them shit’s sprained


And so I rap for my
Niggas trapped in the struggle
You feeling like the world’s on
Your back so you stumble
In the field like a quarterback get sacked
Then you fumble
Jobs don’t call a nigga back
So it’s back to the hustle
Niggas praying for they moms
The same time they moms pray for them
Ask the Lord to stay with them
Guide them on they way
But damn a nigga been a lost faith
It hurts on the usual
The only time you catch me up
At church is a funeral (damn)

Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my nigga
The same ones you love will bring you pain
My nigga 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 nigga
But fuck that, I’m aiming for the stars
My nigga
I won’t stop, try ‘til the day I die
And I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry, no
(ay, ay, ay, yea, listen, yo)

I sit back and watch the
News every now and then
Either get depressed or mad from
Watching the world just crash
Even the weather’s bad
It be the same shit, got my brain twisted
Like, "Damn it’s ’06 and niggas still
Up on that gang shit?" (that shit old, dawg)
Yesterday this kid got his whole frame split
Only seventeen
He was finna graduate in like three weeks
Some stupid niggas got him for his chain
But he fought back, they blasted him
And left him on the pavement, uh
(rest in peace) and now they telling me this
Little girl just got raped
Some dude snatched her
She was standing at the bus stop
Wait man, she was eleven!
What the fuck is up with this world?
Got these grown niggas fucking with girls?
Plus the cops harassing us
Every week be blasting us, on accident
Or so they claim
Reporters sympathizing like they truly
Know the pain (right)
They killed her only son
Now she wanna blow her brains out
Change the channel man
I can’t watch this shit

Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my nigga
The same ones you love will bring you pain
My nigga i don’t know if I’ll see tomorrow
And I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry
And in this life, times getting hard my nigga
But fuck that, I’m aiming for the stars
My nigga
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
Tell me what you witness
Poverty, richness, crooked cops, and misfit's
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
Fiends in the street so high
Off of that crack shit
This nigga thirteen with a
Gat under his mattress (bang)
White folks got the road to success
Mapped and that’s all good
But why don’t blacks got that same atlas?
I asked the same question a million ways
And it seems like I done
Prayed for a million days
But still the ills remain
Just bills and pain
Shootouts in project buildings
Children slain skies filled with rain and I
Just sit and wonder why
It's enough to make a nigga wanna cry
But I can’t though

Sometimes sunshine turn to rain my nigga
The same ones you love will bring you pain
My nigga i don’t know if I’ll see tomorrow
And I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry
And in this life, times getting hard my nigga
But fuck that, I’m aiming for the stars
My nigga
I won’t stop, try ‘til the day I die
And I won’t cry, no, I can’t cry, no

Yeah, shit dedicated to my cousin Ricky man
Hoop dreams cut short man
Learned he had a baby on the way
Nigga wasn’t even a senior in high school
Hold your head man