Z-Ro

[Talking:]
King of Da Ghetto, whats up Face big homie
[Z-Ro:]
I greet the Father, on my knees
With a bowed head and a humbled heart, my conversation is have mercy on me please
I just wanna be happy, will it come to bad
Fresh out of my mind been 27 years, and every day Ive seen is sad
Even though Ive tried till Ive cried, I cant even stand
Feels like Ive died a thousand times, but just cant make it man
Aint nothing different about me, doing dirt
Except Ive never crept up on a come up, maybe thats why the hustling hurts
I remember just like it was yesterday, Im 16
Cant find no love cant find no peace, I wonder what it means
Could it be because, I didnt choose the devil all the time
I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme
Why couldnt I just live my life, without my talent making danger
Jealousy is now state jail, from friends that turned to strangers
They hate me, I dont understand why
I swear I never seen a man cry, till it was my own eye
[Z-Ro:]
Im 21, and think I finally got a grip on life
And all bills paid apartment, a step-son and a step-wife
But without a vehicle, its kinda hard to get around
If I got weed I ride for free, if not my partners let me down
So now Im loving to be one deep so much, Im hating people
Lookin at everybody, even babies like they Satan people
Nobody understand me, everybodys tripping with me
Wonder why when I gotta ride, were none of my people flipping with me
Too many haters, trying to take a player off his game
Not trying to be ballerific, Im just trying to have some thangs
Theyre just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down
If I didnt have so many obstacles, think where I could be now
On MTV or BET, or in some magazine
Instead Im stressing, hooked on codeine headed to tragedy
Sometimes I think, its better just to die
Because I never seen a man cry, till it was my own eye
[Z-Ro:]
(whats happening now) in the year 2006, aint nothing chang ed for Ro
12 albums strong looking for do, but yet Im still po
Now I done had and I done lost, and I done had again
On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend
But even still a good samaritan, is Z-Ros way
And with that Christian attitude, I caught a homeboy case
I done took too many blows, a punching bag is how I feel
The deep depression starts to set, sanitys outta here
I start my mission, trying to find my faith
CDC number four in name, Im feeling oh so helpless in this place
I want revenge, its heavy on my mind
But Aunt Sandra say dont fight evil with evil, try to relax and do your time
I heard a voice, and felt there wasnt no need in acting up
Realized I wasnt at peace with God, and had to patch it up
Hopin that blessings, fall out of the sky
Z-Ro aint never seen a man cry, until it was his own eye
[ Man Cry Lyrics ]