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Why Cry Lyrics by No Malice

Let the Dead Bury the Dead

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[Verse 1]
I hear em' say dat dat Malice done come along way
From that gas stove where the fire burn like Pompeii
Where the fiend cook it like flambé
Mexican connect coppin coka off of mi hombre
That Narcos selling it wit no barcode
Wreaking havoc proportions that only God knows
Nothin like a flip to get rid of dat car note
These bad habits don't pickem up dats bar soap
Out of a dark hole a light shineth from one that once slung rock like a Goliath
Only the Highest can deliver you from Hell's fire
Give you purpose and a head that's held higher
My desire is not bent on that dollar sign
A different cloth cut, I am of that other kind
We all sin but don't be the devil concubine
My message aimed at the kids like it's Columbine

[Chorus]
I heard it's said "Blessed are they who mourn
Weep for a night...Joy comes in the morn
I done lived it to the limit so when I'm gon'
Don't cry for me, cry when a baby born
When a baby born, cry when a baby born
Weep for a night...Joy comes in the morn
This is on behalf of every chain that we adorn
Don't cry for me, cry when a baby born

[Verse 2]
A crying shame all this need to acquire fame
A bad chic w every stitch a designer name
Im on a higher plain still a boss that dont change
Still in that German whip peel off like AufWiedershen
We da the same nah, not even in ya dreamscape
Look younger than I did then I done got a clean slate
Run circles round youngin like it's teen skate
For too long y'all done made the real seem fake
Seem I can't escape, everywhere hearin heresy
I'm Obama, they effin up my legacy
Knowin you a King can't be out here acting beggardly
All I do is trust and doors open SESAME
Allegedly pushed poison to my connects
Bell Biv Devoe except I had better dance steps
One of the many things I get to add to my regrets
Never a dollar would I ever trade for my respect!

[Chorus]
I heard its said "Blessed are they who mourn
Weep for a night...Joy comes in the morn
I done lived it to the limit so when I'm gon'
Don't cry for me, cry when a baby born
When a baby born cry when a baby born
Weep for a night...Joy comes in the morn
This is on behalf of every chain that we adorn
Don't cry for me, cry when a baby born
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About “Why Cry” by No Malice

Read the complete lyrics to "Why Cry" by No Malice from the album "Let the Dead Bury the Dead". On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

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"Why Cry" appears on "Let the Dead Bury the Dead".

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