I Cry Trick Daddy (Ft. Ronald Isley)

[Trick Daddy]
Our father who art in heaven
Thank you Lord
Lord thank you Lord

[Trick Daddy speaking over Chorus]
That's right
Y'all could stand up and rejoice now
We about halfway through the road
We got about another hundred years to go
Thats for sure
God is good thats right God is good
In fact God is not good sometimes
He's good all the time

[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]
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 yall

[Verse 1]
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 borrying
From a nigga
Told me to check on his old girl
Make sure its 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 them that niggas in his click
They ought to pay for that
He did his time day for day without turning snake
Cause real OG's don't even take pleas