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escobar - the last cry lyrics

(the last cry, i swear man…)
[who would of thought?]
one time..

hook:
i’ve had tears comin’ out ya eyes, but im tired of makin’ songs, cry, songs cry..
and as i let the days p-ss me by, i hope you know deep inside, i was a good guy,ima good guy
(if yall don’t mind, ima take it all out in this song…)
and as the years kept on p-ssin by, i swallowed most of my pride, im tired of makin songs cry
i swear im tired of makin songs cry..

verse 1 :
what up young world, i hope you listenin’
ima tell you one time, what i’ve been witnessin’
the struggle of a dear boy, of the age of six
before he could even kick push, and didn’t know any tricks

they shot my dad god d-mn, and my uncle is in jail now
i can’t even go to my homeland, or enter the cell now
they tryna kidnap me too, what does this have to do wit me
third person, my conscious keeps f-ckin’ wit me

memories of moms throwing empty bottles at my pops
where have you been? i’m tired of corrupted cops
lourdes ironed my foot, and somehow persuaded me
you are an alien, i swear my sisters are crazy

and im crazier than both of them together
and even tho we sticked thru the worst kind of weather
we’d all agree, my mom’s crazier than my pops and me
i constantly, entered depression, now i gotta diary

i was at the clinic, locked down, what kind of sh-t is that?
i wasn’t going to k!ll myself ma, and that matter is a fact…..
man, why do i gotta be so paranoid, i got that from you ma
why do i gotta be so hardheaded yo, and we both know ma
( i got it from my dad…)
and you too, won’t see eye to eye, thats why i made these songs cry, i’m tired of making these songs cry
& then you askin’ why, why does he puff so much lye

i’m in fourth grade now, i fought the bully on the hallway now
had my first crush now, spiked up my hair for now
i was a rebel, tryna make these kids laugh now
and since kinder i had to walk to school, and i still managed to smile

and i still remember when selena died, that was my first time at the movies
moms was touched by it too, i swear i felt like a groupie
i remember being an -ssh0l- and getting kicked at the courtyards
who woulda thought, i’d live these decks of cards

all for a deck of cards, was it yugioh?
i didn’t even care yo, all i wanted was dough
gave my first tape out acapella, didn’t know if it was good
i didn’t know cella dwellas, or was even part of the hood’

i ain’t proud to say my famalia k!lls, and i’ve seen death
i’ve had la muerte breath on the back of my neck
i don’t lie in my raps, all that i spit is the truth
sometimes i look in the mirror, and reflect on my youth yo

when no one would understand, the life of a young man
who had plans, that was even bigger than his own life
and once i figured it out, i made the biggest sacrifice
it came back to me 4 times worse, as a dumb man

pops wasn’t there for the longest, my mom found someone new
things was cool i had rides to high school, & i thanked you
but you left us, and now all i could say is f-ck you
it was the worst days of my life, i wouldn’t understand your view

now you tryna be a father , leaving your seed 3 months in
i spent graduation alone, i felt like i’ve never had a father then…
and some things people just don’t know, cuz we keep em bottled in
and some people just don’t know, i had to live from streets to inns

it hurt like h-ll i fell in love with the wrong genre
like when bob marley americanized rasta, and i ain’t sinatra
my own kind neglected me, and the blacks ain’t respected me
i ain’t tryna be no mexican eminem, strictly simply me

how dare a mothaf-ckah say that i ain’t got no strength
on the top greatest that ever lived, ill be someones tenth
and hip-hop won’t stop now, there ain’t no stoppin me
this is the inner hip-hop in me, there ain’t no one toppin me

i listened to the old folks tell, folk tales well
about the mexican-american war, and u ain’t polk i can tell
you were chosen, but you chose to stay frozen
on el dia de los muertos, i bought you a rose man

and i’ve had tears coming out ya eyes, but im tired, of making songs cry
and as i shed more tears, i’ll survive.. but this is my last cry last cry
and this the last time that i’ve cried, in the longest time….the last cry….. the last cry

let me go over the beat, and tell you this one last time
i ain’t the person that you, thought you knew last time
and i want you to know, that im runnin’ outta timeee…
so please, rewind the times i need you to rewind the times……

d-mnn….. and sometimes i wonder, sometimes i wonder… will i ever tell it all…. i wonder, if anybody would even listen….i wonder if i was the only one that had to go thru this in life… i haven’t talked about the cold nights that happened a couple months ago….. life goes on, and i thank god…for blessing me… i will never forget what he did, and is still doing for me……and only your name i’ll glorify

proverbs 13:20
he who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm

amen

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