Thugz Cry - Şevin, Kp

So real in the field you know

Blood and peace Don Deez

KP: I’m really tired

Sevin: Gone but not forgotten man

KP: Got to get this money though ya know

Sevin: Yea

KP: Sevin I see you my nigga

Sevin: I see you too bro

KP: KP

Tired of all the struggle

Tired of all the hustle

Tired of having to muscle

Niggas up off they bundle

Tired of having to worry

Tired of all the pain

Tired of having to bury my niggas is in the grave

Tired of all the bills I mean I’m loving the thrills

But I feel like life really ain’t worth living without them

My mind floats trying to see the dead

Vivid pictures of my oncoming sins ahead

Send a tune to your tomb like a rise homie

Its at your wrath you appoint those who despise phony

United with a close bunch I eat with lions homie

Round table pass the bread cut the pie slowly

I’m kind of tired nigga

I done dug my self a hole and trying to fly nigga

Got wings but I can’t seem to rise with them

I admit I’m tired but I despise quitting

Got Smith & Wesson for you lose lippers

Lord knows the rain is like my tears

Storm in my eyes yes

Do you see the thug when he cries

Like my tears storm in my eyes

See a thug when he cries

Yea I’m barely scratching the surface

So many issues I’m yet to address

My flesh is a mess my blessing is death

I know that if I pray it will lessen my stress

Must you school me everyday with these lessons & tests

Yea, I’ve been regarded to a modern Pac

If I am pleased and God is not it’s got to stop

I’m locked up in a room within my flustered soul

Staring at a rusted door but I don’t trust it though

Yea feel like I’m drowning in a sea of tears

I may escape but its my fate just to reappear

Forgive me if it seems if I’m being drear

What good is dry, I can’t even steer if I ain’t seeing clear

I cover up my wounds but they ain’t healing

Cry myself to sleep wake up to the same feeling

I ain’t willing to be a burden so I ain’t spilling

My pain to the niggas I hang with so I remain chilling

Yea wearing a mask like everything’s cool

I say I’m gravy when they ask but it ain’t true

Father tell me whats the purpose are you mad at me?

All though I’m hurting I am working through the agony

The real tragedy is that it seems to be self inflicted

My health’s restricted popped a pill a fell addicted

11 months clean I am proud to say

Brighter days are coming but they are miles away

O LORD, rebuke me not in your anger

Nor discipline me in your wrath

Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am languishing;

Heal me, O LORD, for my bones are troubled

My soul also is greatly troubled

But you, O LORD—how long?

Turn, O LORD, deliver my life;

Save me for the sake of your steadfast love

For in death there is no remembrance of you;

In Sheol who will give you praise?

I am weary with my moaning;

Every night I flood my bed with tears;

I drench my couch with my weeping

My eye wastes away because of grief;

It grows weak because of all my foes

Depart from me, all you workers of evil

For the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping

The LORD has heard my plea;

The LORD accepts my prayer

All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled;

They shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment