dead prez ft jamila and umi when mama cries m1 stic man and umi sol messiah why do babies cry cause they knew they were born in the eye of the storm and my mama cried on the day i was born cause she knew i would die aww shit another young brother hit they got me doing my dips and loading my clips bloomberg name taste like shit on our lips projects flipping niggas is shitting on pigs it aint a war where we live no more its a massacre brothers aint trying to ride were in the passenger seat and everybody just trying to eat but im trying to eat then live get high and get free dont tell me im deceiving myself if thats the case id rather meet reality now a gun to my face than play fight with police and get shot in the back so they could dirty my name and sprinkle some crack tell me thats not how were getting down we had some principles i guess some things is different now broken promises we made to my homies mom they killed her only son and now she crying in my arms be strong  dont cry dont cry dont cry no more cause it wont be long we will survive dont cry dont cry dont cry no more cause it wont be long were gonna ride i cried when 2pac died it was a friday we sat up that whole night bumping shawtay i felt the same way when i lost my cousin padre why so many niggas had to go out the hard way nobody knows the reason were here were just surviving from day to day caught up in a game you got to pay to play life is just a series of days that fade away every day the sun rises but nothing changes i feel the sadness im trying to console his family and tell his mama that her son is still standing i know he left you and life is full of pressure but in me youll find a piece of his spirit and as children the block was our prison we couldnt escape the bid that we was given learning lessons searching for directions clinging to the truth poverty kept us desperate was steady grinding with our minds on survival had plans to build a fam without dope or violence but in a second niggas is left breathless we was caught in a storm being born as black men and life is tragic my niggas in his casket it got me loading clips ready to bust a cracker i cant replace him but im here to help you face it consider me your son til its my time to face death dont cry dont cry dont cry no more cause it wont be long we will survive dont cry dont cry dont cry no more cause it wont be long were gonna ride mama hold your head up high cause it wont be long were gonna ride mama hold your head up high cause it wont be long were gonna ride bang for change make the change thats on everything its on for life