Lord Tell Me Why
[Chorus x2]Lord tell me whyOoh child, things are gonna get easierOoh boy things will get brighter[Z-Ro]After living through drive-by's got a nigga ready for war500 push-ups everyday to keep my knock out punches up to parCause everybody want to test me, knocking them down punchingBut they want to bust will I fight to jump so would the lord bless meTo keep on breathing leaving niggas unconscienceWhen I'm punching I'm going hard in the paint, so pack a lunchTo the niggas that we killing don't feel like you the only motherfuckerThat really don't think we even love eachotherGorilla till I die for real murdered by my right hand manOr prosecuted by the white man's handI don't think I'm living to die, but I'm dying to live up under the stressFin to lose my cool so come out even to have you restAll my sins are forgiven for living violentlyWith a gun in my hand, I'm creeping up on them moving silentlyThey left my peope alone when my cutlass exploded on the side of the roadThe motherfuckers thought I died in the load[Chorus x2][Z-Ro]Am I the hunter or the most huntedtelling my people they don't need a high to get byBut I'm telling a lie cause I'm the most bluntedHard to practice my preaching when I'm under the stressAnd I'm walking around with a 12-gauge sawed offand a suicide note up under my vestI want to live in peace but drama won't allow meThat's why my mind is gone, I'm seeing x's and tylenol threeBut do you really want to see a nigga with the vendettaMake everybody kill somebody I'm a trend setterFirst I was spending my time with family mobbing showing my brother's loveNever thought it would it happen to shoot first releasing my brother's blood, uhWhy do these rookies want to rumble, got to do him inEven if he's my kin that's the only way the cookies crumbleCalling up on your name in vain, this time I took a bowBut if there was ever a time I needed you god I need you now, lord oh mercyCause I don't wanto to die by the hands of my own kindReally to get true to the overdose and free my own mind, hell yeah[Chorus x2][Z-Ro]I no longer need the weed to reach another level, I'm on a natural highBut I looked the devil in his eye, thinking the song I'm a survivorThings ain't what they seem my yellows are greenPeople are demons, demons are people in my dreams, what does it meanI'm trying come out of this motherfucking nightmareGoing against all odds but mama said they never fight fairSomebody put a price on my head for living deadHoes was capping but now they in my bed, but they choosing to giving me headRags to riches, sagging the creases in my breaches66 Impala candy dancing playing witht he switchesFinding away from righteousness and learning to sinYou'd be the same nigga that's kicking the door with me that's turning me inUh, why do the fiends buy dope from me they know they don't get high from meWhy do the fiends buy dope from me knowing that they gone die from meA nigga was plexing with my partner why did he pull his gunNow everybody related or cool with you can die that's on my son[Chorus x4]
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