If You Cry (instrumental)

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