I Cry Chords by Trick Daddy

[N] _ [Am] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Am] My father, _ _ _ who art in heaven, _ _ _ thank you [F] Lord.
_ _ [Am] Lord, thank you Lord. _
_ That's right.
_ See, [C] y'all can stand up and rejoice now.
_ _ _ [A] You're about halfway through the world.
You got [F] more than 100 years to go.
That's for sure.
_ _ _ [Am] _
_ God [F] is good.
That's right.
God is [Am] good.
In fact, God is good.
Not [F] sometimes, but all the time.
That's right.
I got a letter from a nigga in prison.
He said he shipped the mess.
Too [Cm] far to drive, don't even worry about the business.
All he needed was [E] a couple of pictures and a few [F] dollars.
That way he ain't have to worry about borrowing from a nigga.
Told me to check [E] on this old girl.
Make sure [F] it's all good for 100 kids.
But hell, Lord, already did.
And then he [A] asked me about the shorty.
I hate [F] he asked me about the shorty.
_ I _
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ hate _ _ he _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ asked me _ _ _ _ [F] about the shorty.
I hate he asked me about the shorty. _
_ _ I'm sick of crying.
I hope you're hearing [Am] _
me.
This goes out to [F] the whole history.
And I'm sick of crying.
_ _ _ [Em] I'm sick of crying.
You just don't sing [F] loud enough. _
Lord, I hope [Am] you're hearing me.
_ This goes out to the [F] whole history.
And I'm sick of crying.
I'm sick of crying.
I pray [Dm] to God. _
_ Bless America.
That way these terrorists can't tear us up.
[A] But I'm sick and tired of a lot of other [F] things.
And the bottom line is,
we got to set examples for the kids.
We're [E] supposed to teach them [F] love.
Cause these days, us niggas got too much hatred instilling in us.
The radio and TV, they just can't get enough.
This great big old world, I guess it still just ain't big enough.
But y'all [Em] listen, cause I'm holding on [F] to y'all.
The Lord ain't brought me down.
He brought me up.
Y'all keep arguing about religion.
But y'all referring to y'all books and the Bible.
Y'all laughing and Mr.
Lamb, what's the heaven?
See [Em] everybody going with [F] it.
Ain't going to be no fighting or pushing or cussing.
Nope, not at the gate, cause [Am] everybody going with it.
Niggas, you [F] ain't even locking your first lock.
They gonna walk right by you and see.
And I'm sick of [C]
crying.
I'm sick of _ _ crying. _
_ _ _ _ _ This goes out to the [F] whole history.
And I'm sick of crying.
I pray to God.
This goes out to the whole history.
I pray to God.
Lord, _ I hope you're hearing me.
This goes out to the whole history.
And I'm sick of crying. _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] No matter what I've done. _
No matter. _ _ _ _
Now all I've done.
Now all [Am] I've done.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, no matter how _ _ _ _ hard [Em] I've tried.
_ [F] _ _ _
_ Oh, yeah.
_ [Am] _
Even talking.
Making me [F] come.
Messing with money.
And that's the money.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [D] _
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_ _ [F] _ I'm sick of crying.
_ [Am] I'm sick of crying.
I pray to God.
_ [F] _ _
_ This goes _ _ out to the whole [Am] history.
And I'm sick of crying. _ _ _
[F] I pray to God.
Lord, _ _ I hope you're hearing me.
[Em] This goes out to [F] the whole history.
And I'm sick of crying.
I pray to God.
And I'm sick of crying.
No matter how hard I've tried.
It just don't seem loud enough.
_ _ Lord, I hope you're hearing me.
_ This goes out to the whole history.
And I'm sick of crying.
[Am] No matter how hard I've tried.
It just don't seem [F] loud enough.
_ _ Lord, I hope you're hearing me.
_ [Em] This goes out to the [F] whole history.
And I'm sick of crying.
No [Am] matter how hard I've tried.
It just don't seem [F] loud enough. _
_ Lord, I hope you're hearing me.
This goes out to the whole history.
And I'm sick of crying.
It just don't _ [Am] seem loud enough. _
_ _ [F] _ Lord, I hope _ _ _ you're hearing me.
No matter [Em] how _ [F] _ _ hard I've tried. _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It just don't seem loud enough.
Lord, _ _ _ I hope _ _ _ _ you're hearing me. _
[F] _ _ _ _ Oh, yeah. _
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