In pursuit of the first guitar solo for “Cry,” the song underwent numerous iterations before the perfect match was found. I enlisted the talents of three different guitarists before finally stumbling upon the solo that seamlessly complemented the song. I had a specific request, “Be better than my favorite solo: Hotel California,” I told them. Dumi responded, “I know the solo from Hotel California by heart. So I guess I will take it as a reference.”
Parenthood and the Lack Thereof
The song begins with a memory that I feel I thought to life. My 5-year-old daughter once asked, “Dad, do you have a dad?” In that moment, I was paralyzed, and it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. This incident prompted me to reflect on my own childhood, where my parents were absent. For years, I had rationalized their absence, but as I became a parent myself, I began to see the full extent of its impact. I realized that I had underestimated the effects of their absence and, perhaps even more significantly, the impact of my silence on this matter.
Do You Know?
I cannot confirm or deny whether Arianna Grande is the one singing the chorus, which goes, “You don’t know why this cry. Don’t pretend this is a lie.” This chorus mirrors my feelings of frustration and being fed up, symbolizing the inner hell we often conceal. Our goal is to convey that it’s okay to address misunderstandings. Many of us wear a social mask, pretending that everything is fine, when beneath the surface, we are actually grappling with pain.
Rewriting the Narrative
In the second verse, I truly express maturity, rapping, “I’m not a middle-aged man criticizing my teenage parents. They were young when they had me,” acknowledging their own struggles as young parents. What I’m trying to do is rewrite my story, not just for me but for my children. I want to disrupt the cycles of generational pain and ignorance, offering a more solid foundation for my kids.
A Powerful Conclusion
The song wraps with a message emphasizing the significance of expressing love for your children. Some parents may attempt to undermine your parenting if they witness your struggles, which can be deeply hurtful. “They ain’t gon’ shit back and let some fatherless and/or motherless child out-do their kids, in their mind.” This could be even more traumatizing for the child than parental neglect, as I can attest, “Trust me. I know.” Nevertheless, we mustn’t allow others’ (or our own) unhealthy perspectives define us. Taking inspiration from the great Jay-Z, the line, “But you won’t see ’em coming down my eyes. I let the guitar cry,” signifies that I’ve channeled my tears into this song rather than shedding them onto a pillow or seeking solace from a sympathetic shoulder.
Finding Solace in Music
I can’t recall the last time I shed tears, but music, especially this song, serves as an excellent substitute. It’s about recognizing our past, comprehending it, and moving forward. We all carry our unique stories that shape us, yet they need not confine us. We can evolve, we can mend, and we can pave a brighter path for our children.
So, take a moment to listen to “Cry,” and I hope you discover it as therapeutic as I do. Let the music confront and gently remind you that it’s okay to forgive, to heal, and to cry.
Cry lyrics
My daughter walked up to me and said, “Dad, do you have a dad?” I was paralyzed. Now, I knew it was coming but I didn’t know it gon’ come at 5 years old. I just said yes she smiled, she said okay and walked away. Man, I over thought that.
Feel so worried. Armless now. Paralyzed. I’m paralyzed. Please don’t tell me that I’m mad. You don’t mind.
Everything became apparent when I became a
parent. Imma try not to diss my parents, ouu, they made this a challenge. Don’t remember how old I was or what show I watching. A character didn’t show up the other was so pissed off until she realized he was dead the whole time. It was so traumatic. Ion care who was absent. I was justifying that shit. Especially my parents’. I mean, their absence was my normal. They left when I was so young, therefore, it really wasn’t as harmful. I’m no psychologist. Um, but the problem was, should’ve stopped justifying their absence when I
was a toddler because the obvious was obvious, well, to everybody but me. I’m 39 years old, finally accepting my parents didn’t want me. I’d rather hear you laugh with me than to lend me sympathy. And I’m not mad at my parents. I’m just embarrassed I was so arrogant. Who am I to impose my narrative? They were here before I was, with issues I don’t even know of. Damn, it took too long to grow up.
You don’t know why this cry. Don’t pretend this is
a lie. You don’t know why this cry. Don’t pretend this is a lie, a lie.
See, I’m not a middle-aged man bashing my teenage parents. They were kids when they had me. I’m too mature for dat shit. I’m just exploring MY origin to write a better ending to MY story. MY kids checking for me. It’s MY job to protect them. In many ways I’ve failed. How can I protect them from you, if I can’t protect them from the shit I do and did? Like the way I viewed my parents.
I was trying to keep up an appearance. They ain’t even make an appearance. Had I took the hints that were sent when I was young. I could’ve prevented so much damage this damage that was done. Maybe this song’ll help me forgive myself for thinking the people conceived were like parents from TV. Dehumanized ’em. Ironically, we did it to each other. Me being naive, that shit don’t make me no better. Well, at least I know better and that I’m not the only victim. But, if they can not apologize, I can not forgive them.
You don’t know why this cry don’t pretend this a lie. You don’t know why this cry don’t pretend this a lie.
It’s really important you let other people know that you love your kid. Cause other parents’ll sabotage the shit out your kids, if you are not there. Trust me I know! They ain’t gon’ shit back and let some fatherless and/or motherless child out-do their kids, in their mind. Man, it’s sabotage season all year round. That shit hurt.
But you won’t see ’em coming down my eyes. I let the guitar cry.
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