Cry Lyrics
f/ Heidi Vogel<br />
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She was a smart girl but never came to finish <br />
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her school Disobeying what she used to call <br />
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the sinister rules The minister knew, they <br />
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grew one special bondage<br />
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An overly calm kid but haunted!<br />
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13 and good her belly started to bust, cold crush<br />
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No one to trust, that's why she kept it on the hush...<br />
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Yo, six months passed: robbed off her smile<br />
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She had to go down south to give birth to a child.<br />
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We lost touch, one day coming back from tour<br />
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Everybody bugging, guess who just move next door<br />
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Saw her frame buying pampers at the grocery-store<br />
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Try to front like she really don't know me no more<br />
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Played it off no sweat god forgive why try<br />
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Every now and then, a hi and bye bye<br />
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My man Pete, always see her twisted in clubs<br />
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Shaking them thangs for Chris', only kick it with thugs<br />
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Who would really be surprised if she dipped into drugs<br />
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The word got around that she be pimping her love<br />
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Simply because, that's what her misery does<br />
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Constantly trying to find a way to bigger her buzz<br />
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Few months ago, she met this big-time baller<br />
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That's when the real shit started off..<br />
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Chorus:<br />
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All I've known is pain and sorrow in my life, <br />
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please don't let me cry<br />
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Today I've learned to love tomorrows of my life, <br />
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please don't let me cry<br />
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And all the things that I've been through<br />
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Just kept my pride and I stayed true, <br />
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please don't let me cry, please don't let me cry<br />
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Killer was well known for slinging bricks of cocaine<br />
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Two gambling spots, pushing tricks with code-names<br />
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The type with gold chains, a bully with bad taste<br />
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A mad face, quick to get your ass laced...<br />
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Deep in her heart she needed a father figure<br />
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Blind to the fact what's got her problems triggered<br />
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Seeking reflections in bottles of Hennessy<br />
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Re-evaluating her sorrows and tendencies,<br />
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Neglecting her own on the phone smoking bones<br />
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What's all that noise coming out of her broken home?<br />
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Domestic violation, pain isolation<br />
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You won't find no answers being patient<br />
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Writing predicaments for whole generations<br />
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It's not a battle, (what?) annihilation!
