This is a song about "Cries"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

When a thug cries and it only happens

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

The harmless youth are armed to shoot, it's the kids' cries i hear,

Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

One second this bitch copies then cries for help

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

You will be buried in your cries

Sit back and watch your sunrise

And when i start to rise

Who am i, through the cries,

He cries over a sliver, ill hurt him more than a sliver

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

But now all i really hear is cries

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice