Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy, things will get brighter
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter
After living through drive-by's got a nigga ready for war
500 push-ups everyday to keep my knock out punches up to par
'Cause everybody want to test me, knocking them down punching
But they want to bust, will to fight, to jump, so would the Lord bless me
To keep on breathing leaving niggas unconscience
When I'm punching I'm going hard in the paint, so pack a lunch
To the niggas that we killing don't feel like you the only motherfucker
That really don't think we even love each other
Gorilla 'til I die for real murdered by my right hand man
Or prosecuted by the white man's hand
I don't think I'm living to die, but I'm dying to live up under the stress
Finna lose my cool so come by me, better have your rest
All my sins are forgiven for living violently
With a gun in my hand, I'm creeping up on them moving silently
They left my peope alone when my cutlass exploded on the side of the road
The motherfuckers thought I died in the load
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy, things will get brighter
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter
Am I the hunter or the most hunted?
Telling my people they don't need a high to get by
But I'm telling a lie 'cause I'm the most blunted
Hard to practice my preaching when I'm under the stress
And I'm walking around with a 12-gauge sawed off
And a suicide note up under my vest
I want to live in peace but drama won't allow me
That's why my mind is gone, I'm seeing x's and tylenol three
But do you really want to see a nigga with the vendetta?
Make everybody kill somebody, I'm a trend sinner
First I was spending my time with family mobbing, showing my brother's love
Never thought it would it happen to shoot first, releasing my brother's blood, uh
Why do these rookies want to rumble? Got to do him in
Even if he's my kin that's the only way the cookies crumble
Calling up on your name in vain, this time I took a bow
But if there was ever a time I needed you god I need you now, Lord have mercy
'Cause I don't want to die by the hands of my own kind
Really to get true to the overdose and free my own mind, hell yeah
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy, things will get brighter
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy, things will get brighter
I no longer need the weed to reach another level, I'm on a natural high
But I looked the devil in his eye, thinking the song of the survivor
Things ain't what they seem, my yellows are green
People are demons, demons are people in my dreams, what does it mean?
I'm trying come out of this motherfucking nightmare
Going against all odds but mama said they never fight fair
Somebody put a price on my head for living dead
Hoes was capping but now they in my bed, but they choosing to giving me head
Rags to riches, sagging the creases in my breaches
66 Impala candy dancing playing with the switches
Finding a way from righteousness and learning to sin
You'd be the same nigga that's kicking the door with me that's turning me in
Uh, why do the fiends buy dope from me? They know they don't get high from it
Why do the fiends buy dope from me knowing that they gone die from it?
A nigga was plexing with my partner, why did he pull his gun?
Now everybody related or cool with you can die, that's on my son
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy, things will get brighter
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy, things will get brighter
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy, things will get brighter
Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter