If You Cry

If you cry

And while you cry

If you cry

And while you cry

And while you cry

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

And while you cry

If you cry

And while you cry

And while you cry

If you cry

And while you cry

And while you cry

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

And while you cry

If you cry

And while you cry

And while you cry

If you cry

And while you cry

And while you cry