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j. ferb - rights of passage: cry lyrics

[talking]
“i do.”

“i know some of yall sitting there like why would he want us to cry?!”

“what kinda sh-t it that ?!”

[bridge]

i said i roll with the punches
never roll with the bunches
man i roll with the punches
(“they told me coming up real men don’t cry”)
never roll with bunches (“shhhiiii”)
never roll with (“i disagree”)
i never roll with (yea)

[verse 1]

say! it was nights that i did just that./
cried so hard many scars i couldn’t heal back/(it was)
wound open scab pulled back (d-mn)/
i think it hurt cause i hurt homie
more than a scratch!/
that’s just scratching the surface it’s all worth it /
the purpose for my hurting
some n-ggas just ain’t learnt yet./
so a little teaching without preaching seem pertinent/
i operate on this beat, a f-cking heart surgeon !/
i remember the urgent sound of mama’s voice (uh huh)/
“son it was a lonely night.” were her words of choice (uh huh ma)/
starting listening of course as she told a tale of courts
that led down a path to how my father had died. ( ” you listening ? ” )
in her eyes
he was still here just in disguise./
my mama cried./
couldn’t stand to see them tears in her eyes./
to my surprise
turned and she was holding
her youngest son just like a baby. (d-mn)/
call me crazy
but i was shaking fervently
ask who was crying more
was it her or me ?
ionno but some scars can’t be cured surgically /
and even if you mastered the burns
imagine third degree. (that’s pain)/
on another level, danny told me that/
but i cry everytime i think of my brother. /
people like to laugh cause ‘he a little bit behind us’/
but how would you be if you heard the first shot (pow)
pick yo father k!ller out of lineup./
like a vietnam veteran, dawg i swear he had to fight
even tho he ain’t sign up./
think you shouldering a lot, then homie get yo spine up./ ( “get yo f-cking spine up!” )
he looked a k!ller in the eye at five years of age. (cheaa)
so think before the next time don’t snitch is what you say (waddup)/
if my brother wouldn’t have snitched pop k!ller would’ve got away./
put yo hardaway and true grind for ya penny!
stop putting yo heart away and the results’ll be endless. (that’s true)/
but that’s just me
i don’t want no more friends./
since enemies is the the only thing guaranteed (what’s next)
at this point, i’m forced to lead/
so hungry that i’m forced to feed/
paul bunyon in the flesh on a course of trees./
but for now that’s my creed
said cry if i please, but don’t cry for me
said cry for the thieves cause when i leave
the gamers still gone be plotting on da week/
so we gotta stand up
that’s if you man enough…
pick a side

d-mn i must’ve forgot
real men don’t cry/
..well that’s a lie./
true story. and for those who believe in that sh-t (get off ya -ss)
you can now cry for me./

- j ferb lyrics

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