Crutch Lyrics - 613: Ashy To Classy - Field Mob

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you 

You don't have to cry no more 

If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you 

You, you don't have to cry no more 

I remember bein' broke with no record deal 

Broke with no job, too broke to smoke dope 

Man, times so hard, I wanna take my own life 

That's what pain do to you 

But I'm too broke to even die 

I couldn't afford a funeral 

I'm too broke to spend time 

Y'all don't know how it feel 

I could've been a metal welder 

'Cause I know how to steel 

Naw, I ain't braggin', I'm just keepin' it real 

I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin' a meal 

Man I been homeless 

You ever spent the night in the grass? 

With ants and mosquitoes 

While they bitin' ya ass 

My best friend got shot nine times for nothin' 

He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins 

Even Momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face 

I'm a disgrace to my folks, 'cause I ain't graduate? 

I ain't have nobody 

Man, I wish I was dead 

I was alone so I turned to God and he said 

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you 

You don't have to cry no more 

If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you 

You, you don't have to cry no more 

As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary 

Since the fifth I been twistin' spliffs and hittin' the weed 

My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer 

At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer 

Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock 

Bump dad, 'cause when he visited it was like a pit stop 

I lived knock hard, like Jay Z, Vol. 1 

Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun 

A three eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers 

Tryna take my pack of work, I'll turn your hat lavender 

Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually 

Supposed to be sellin' 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away 

Livin' the day for tomorrow, so on the down low 

I used beats and rhymes, whala, look at me now 

From flippin' dimes, playin' get like me to get a dollar 

To ridin' on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin' 

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you 

You don't have to cry no more 

If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you 

You, you don't have to cry no more 

Well, I been hearin' a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water 

Well, answer this then, which would you swallow? 

I said that to say, it don't matter friend or kin 

Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin 

Okay, I came up but all the faith folks came down 

The script flip flopped, now the game changed round 

Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now 

Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whoa 

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you 

You don't have to cry no more 

If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you 

You, you don't have to cry no more 

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you 

You don't have to cry no more 

If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you 

You, you don't have to cry no more 

You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you 

You don't have to cry no more 

If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you 

You, you don't have to cry no more 

We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on 

A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch 

We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on 

A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch 

We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on 

A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch