This is a song about "Girl dont cry"

Got it matching though

Hold your arms cry and wallow

When i held you i used to cry

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

And i try, sit alone and i cry

Dont talk girl im o.k with it

The dead society of a poet

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Bt girl like u dont care what he do...

Didn't mean to make you cry

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

When i held you i used to cry