You know whats funny
When the shit that makes you laugh, makes you cry
Hell Im bout ready to cry now
Thinking bout my cousin Brandon
And how we used to clown
And then I hear them two shots
And seen him hit the ground
I think about Chuck a rapper soon to be a legend
And then I see him lying there bleeding and begging
Now every second is divided up
At .5 I think of Brandon .5 of Chuck
And its fucked up cause, chuck died on my birthday
Im celebrating 19 in the worse way
All I can say is that its been about a year now
365 days of asking how, and still no answers
We want some answers
I done had to cry so much that its funny now
Dropping tears think its water balloons asking how
Could this be me, I couldnt see that better way
Im just another black product of where I stay
Living hell, everybody I know sells or at least tried
To buy the plastic for black mail, see how they lied
Im denied for everything, I quite applying
I cant even hear the birds sing, my partners crying
I often see my brother lying, up in his bunk
Writing letters from jail telling me to keep it crunk
Label a drunk to my thirst quencher, a case of Bud
Got me looking at the bottle backward, letter switcher
No matter Ima continue my journey, where was I headed
A challenge boy every second, damn I regret it
More regular than unleaded
Irregular mother, the baby and the childs father
Must be that each other, another child like most
Aint no love, cause from the east to the West Coast
Baby thugs, they selling drugs fuck a pacifier
So why the fuck should I be scared of eternal fire
I want some motherfucking answers
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