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You know what's funny When the shit that makes you laugh, makes you cry Hell I'm '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 it's fucked up 'cause, chuck died on my birthday I'm celebrating 19 in the worse way All I can say is that it's been about a year now 365 days of asking how, and still no answers [Chorus] We want some answers (*repeat 8X*) I done had to cry so much that it's funny now Dropping tears think its water balloons asking how Could this be me, I couldn't see that better way I'm 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 I'm denied for everything, I quite applying I can't even hear the birds sing, my partner's 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 I'ma 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 child's father Must be that each other, another child like most Ain't 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 [Chorus]
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