Текст песни Can't Cry - J. Cole

Yeah
Need y'all niggas to feel me, y'all
(As we continue on)
Feel my pain
(This one's called Can't Cry)
Sad soft niggas can't last hard times, yo
Believe that shit
Yeah, ay
Real niggas don't cry

Look, yo
Was just a youngin' with that fresh fade, bird chest, legs skinny
That hoop dreamin' had me tryna be the next Penny
Fresh Pennys on my feet, mama 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 lil' nigga chasing things, tryna keep game
Now I'm a man, worried 'bout my fam, let me explain
It's like my pockets stay broke, and if not, them shit's sprained
And so I rap 'fore my niggas trapped in the struggle
You feelin' 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 prayin' for their moms at the same time they moms pray for them
Ask the lord to stay with them, guide them on their 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
And I won't cry, no, I can't cry
And in this life, times getting hard
My nigga, but fuck that (yeah)
I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, ay)
I won't stop, tryin' 'til the day I die (yeah, ay, ay, listen)
And I won't cry, no, I can't cry (yo)

I sit back and watch the news every now and then
Either get depressed or mad
For watching the world just crash, even the weather's bad
It'd be same shit, got my brain twisted, like
"Damn, it's '06, that nigga still up on that gang shit?"
(That shit old, bruh)
Yesterday this kid got his whole brain split
Only 17, he was finna graduate in, like, 3 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 11, what the fuck is up with this world?
Got these grown niggas fuckin' with girls
Plus the cops harrasin' 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 (yeah)
My nigga, but fuck that (Yeah, yeah)
I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga (yeah, yeah, uh)
I won't stop, tryin' 'til the day I die (yeah, ay, ay, look)
And I won't cry, no, I can't cry (look, yeah, yo)

Take a ride through the city, man, tell me what you witness
Poverty, richness, crooked cops, and misfits
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 streets so high off of that crack shit
This nigga 13 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 (Yeah, uh)
My nigga, but fuck that (yeah, uh, yeah)
I'm aiming for the stars, my nigga (get the, yeah, nigga)
I won't stop, tryin' 'til the day I die (yeah, yeah, ay, ay)
And I won't cry, no, I can't cry (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, shit dedicated to my cousin Ricky, man
Hoop dreams was cut short, man
Learned he had a baby on the way
Nigga wasn't even a senior in high school, hold your head, man
Get rich, nigga (Is this what you want? Huh?)