If You Cry Lyrics

	Natti:
	Tear ducts seem such a useless tool
	To a man's feelings forged in the arts of cool
	Solidarity's king and the heart's the fool
	The jester only in jest can be left to rule
	Men of steel ain't allowed to feel
	Hardened exteriors aren't allowed to peel
	Emotional blows taken aren’t allowed to heal
	Head tells the chest it's too proud to kneel
	Before any sign or symbol of sentimental
	Deep pains displayed 'bout the depth of a thimble
	Emotions are a potion meant to poison the temples
	Streaks down the cheeks are for the weak and the simple
	Society's asylum for the evil that men do
	Inside you cry, outside you Hindu
	When my nigga died, wet eyes no tissues
	Ex-cons and killers finding shoulders to cling to
	Kno:
	Tear ducts seem such a waste of flesh
	On a body that's eventually defaced by death
	Solidarity reigns and curse your breath
	Inhale your emotions 'til it hurts your chest
	No heart on your sleeve tough guy in-vest
	Bank on the sins that you earned in flesh
	Eyes are inflamed you get burned for less
	Your vanity's a wound that your tears infect
	A fool is the food that our fears ingest
	So the cool is the fuel that our peers inject
	Emotions are a token of the heart's intent
	But the streaks on your cheek makes your heart resent
	A man made of stone has nothing to say
	When he can't keep The Nothing at bay
	When my Grandfather died, dry eyes no tissues
	But damn I miss you

	Natti:
	Tear ducts seem such a useless tool
	To a man' s feelings forged in the arts of cool
	Solidarity' s king and the heart' s the fool
	The jester only in jest can be left to rule
	Men of steel ain' t allowed to feel
	Hardened exteriors aren' t allowed to peel
	Emotional blows taken aren' t allowed to heal
	Head tells the chest it' s too proud to kneel
	Before any sign or symbol of sentimental
	Deep pains displayed ' bout the depth of a thimble
	Emotions are a potion meant to poison the temples
	Streaks down the cheeks are for the weak and the simple
	Society' s asylum for the evil that men do
	Inside you cry, outside you Hindu
	When my nigga died, wet eyes no tissues
	Excons and killers finding shoulders to cling to
	Kno:
	Tear ducts seem such a waste of flesh
	On a body that' s eventually defaced by death
	Solidarity reigns and curse your breath
	Inhale your emotions ' til it hurts your chest
	No heart on your sleeve tough guy invest
	Bank on the sins that you earned in flesh
	Eyes are inflamed you get burned for less
	Your vanity' s a wound that your tears infect
	A fool is the food that our fears ingest
	So the cool is the fuel that our peers inject
	Emotions are a token of the heart' s intent
	But the streaks on your cheek makes your heart resent
	A man made of stone has nothing to say
	When he can' t keep The Nothing at bay
	When my Grandfather died, dry eyes no tissues
	But damn I miss you

	Natti:
	Tear ducts seem such a useless tool
	To a man' s feelings forged in the arts of cool
	Solidarity' s king and the heart' s the fool
	The jester only in jest can be left to rule
	Men of steel ain' t allowed to feel
	Hardened exteriors aren' t allowed to peel
	Emotional blows taken aren' t allowed to heal
	Head tells the chest it' s too proud to kneel
	Before any sign or symbol of sentimental
	Deep pains displayed ' bout the depth of a thimble
	Emotions are a potion meant to poison the temples
	Streaks down the cheeks are for the weak and the simple
	Society' s asylum for the evil that men do
	Inside you cry, outside you Hindu
	When my nigga died, wet eyes no tissues
	Excons and killers finding shoulders to cling to
	Kno:
	Tear ducts seem such a waste of flesh
	On a body that' s eventually defaced by death
	Solidarity reigns and curse your breath
	Inhale your emotions ' til it hurts your chest
	No heart on your sleeve tough guy invest
	Bank on the sins that you earned in flesh
	Eyes are inflamed you get burned for less
	Your vanity' s a wound that your tears infect
	A fool is the food that our fears ingest
	So the cool is the fuel that our peers inject
	Emotions are a token of the heart' s intent
	But the streaks on your cheek makes your heart resent
	A man made of stone has nothing to say
	When he can' t keep The Nothing at bay
	When my Grandfather died, dry eyes no tissues
	But damn I miss you

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