I Cry Lyrics - Ron Isley

Our Father, who art in Heaven 

Thank You Lord, Lord, thank You Lord 

No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough 

(That's right, y'all could stand up and rejoice now) 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

(We about halfway through the road) 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

(We got about another hundred years to go) 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough 

(And God is good that's right God is good) 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

(In fact God is not good sometimes) 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

(He's good all the time) 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

I got a letter from my nigga in prison 

He said he shooked them and its 

Too far to drive don't even worry about a visit 

All he needed was a couple pictures 

And a few dollars, that way he ain't have to worry 

About borrowing from a nigga 

Told me to check on his old girl 

Make sure it's all good for her and the kids 

But Hell I already did and then he asked me about his shorty 

I hate he asked me about his shorty 

'Cause its been some years since I saw him 

Him not knowing his baby's momma's horror 

And ever since the days he's been gone 

She's kinda trapped in a storm 

But he goes on and on about when he gets home 

And then he mention every nigga that did him wrong 

Put him right back where he started at 

But he ain't snitched 

So he feels that them niggaz in his click 

They ought to pay for that 

He did his time, day for day, without turning snake 

'Cause real O G's don't even take please 

No matter how hard I cry 

It just don't seem loud enough 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

No matter how hard I cry 

It just don't seem loud enough 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

See when I pray I pray for everybody 

I pray to God bless America 

That way these terrorist can't tear us up 

But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other things 

And the bottom line is we gotta set examples for the kids 

We first ought to teach them love 'cause these days 

Us niggaz got too much hatred installed in us 

The radio and TV they just can't get enough this great big old world 

I guess it still just ain't big enough 

But y'all listen cuz I'm holding on playa 

The Lord ain't brought me that far just to drop me off here 

Y'all keep arguing about religions 

While y'all referring to y'all old books of the Bible 

Y'all all out to miss the last bus to Heaven 

See everybody gonna wait, ain't gonna be no fighting 

No pushing, no cussing, nope not at the gate 

'Cause everybody gonna meet there 

And niggaz you ain't even like in your first life 

They gonna walk by you and speak, so 

No matter how hard I cry 

It just don't seem loud enough 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

No matter how hard I cry 

It just don't seem loud enough 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter 

How hard I cry, how hard I cry 

Oh no matter how hard I cry 

Ooh yeah 

Eve and 'Pac and Biggie become the best of buddies 

Invest some money stay together in Heaven 

I know them niggaz gonna have so much gangsta shit to tell me 

And it's gonna feel so good to seeing them together 

So I'm sending my deepest condolences to those 

Who lost family members to the hands of the men that befriend us 

Y'all remember, we all in this together but who's ever ain't forgiving 

Y'all gonna have Hell getting in Heaven 

No matter how hard I cry 

It just don't seem loud enough 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

No matter how hard I cry 

It just don't seem loud enough 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

No matter how hard I cry 

It just don't seem loud enough 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

No matter how hard I cry 

It just don't seem loud enough 

Lord I hope You're hearing me 

This goes out to the lonely streets 

And all my brothers sick of crying y'all 

No matter, no matter, no matter, no matter, no matter 

How hard I cry, how hard I cry 

Oh no matter how hard I cry 

(Thank You Lord Lord thank You Lord) 

Ooh yeah