Текст песни Cryin' about It - Mike Stocksdale

My dad never taught me how to play guitar
Or how to write a simple song or who the Beatles are
But if you saw me ballin at the park
You'd know that I don't miss too much behind the arc
So I can't complain
He gave me the game
Who knows what I would have been without it
That's why I don't get upset
We all get what we get
There ain't no use in cryin about it

Momma never learned to play an instrument
How to compose a symphony or what Bob Dylan meant
But she could feel your pain across the room
And I was raised to empathize and feel it too
Then I just write it down
Til it rhymes and sounds
Who knows what I would have been without it
So I don't get upset
We all get what we get
There ain't no use in cryin about it

Can anybody really become anything they want?
Or are we stuck with destiny?
Am I a stubborn or just late to bloom
Waiting for a rendezvous
With the rest of me?

I Didn't sing a note til I was 24
And suddenly those crowded rooms started heading for the door
I tried so hard my friends called me a masochist
But baby failure's always been my greatest gift
So I can't complain
There was growth in the pain
And who knows what I would have been without it
Now I shoot from the hip
And sometimes it slips
There ain't no use in crying about it
Yea I shoot from the hip
And sometimes it slips
There ain't no use in crying about it