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kevin anglade - don't you cry (my baby) كلمات الأغنية

steve (voiceover #1): here we go, come on!
guy (intro): this is a story about…a young man growing up in the hood…tried to do everything he could…just wanted to leave for good…
roy (adlibs): i just want my…oh…
chorus [2x]: i just want my daddy/don’t know why i love you/wonder why you had me/every day’s a struggle!
verse 1: never knew my daddy so i never had a route/never had a male to teach me what this life’s about/never had a guarantee instead been filled with doubt/pouring out potential now my rose just couldn’t sprout/never had a furnace working well to heat the home/only heater burning is when i pack the chrome/now we sliding through the hood just to heat your home/leave you leaking out the skull once we burn your dome/crib feel like a freezer so i’m tucked beneath the sheets/cold just like the winter in the car upon your seat/can’t heat up my dinner when it’s time for me to eat/now i’m out here praying for survival in the streets
chorus [2x]: i just want my daddy/don’t know why i love you/wonder why you had me/every day’s a struggle!/ i just want my daddy/don’t know why i love you/wonder why you had me, yeah!
ad_libs: oohs & hums
pre_verse: …every day’s a struggle! so i gotta hustle!
verse 2: hands behind my head just as if i’m with the cops/you can say i’m torn cause i’ve never met my pops/planted seeds to harvest but he never met the crops/reaper’s bout to cut me and with that my pulse could drop
chorus [1x] ]: i just want my daddy/don’t know why i love you/wonder why you had me/every day’s a struggle!
verse 3: now i’m serving on the block/gotta do my dirt/keeping rocks up in my pocket/gotta go to work/administering the relief as if i was the clerk/baby girl is now my world/i lead like captain kirk/all i ever really wanted was for me to fly/dreaming in america is nothing but a lie/all this pain within me so i think i’m gonna cry/phantom car rolls up on me i think i’m bout to die, oh my!
bridge (myles): lift up my hands to the great big sky/told the man upstairs that it’s been a while/then i heard back a great reply/don’t you cry my child, don’t you cry!
guy (outro): another black man lost to the violence of the streets…my brothers…let’s stop k!lling each other…please!
female news reporter: earlier this evening in the crown heights section of brooklyn, richard parks, a twenty_year old african american man was gunned down in what is projected to be a retaliation of gun violence. richard is survived by his daughter and mother, who has lost yet another child in the matter of eight months… [voice fades]
myles (outro): don’t you cry…don’t you cry…don’t you cry my baby…

- kevin anglade

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