You know what's funnyWhen the shit that makes you laugh, makes you cryHell I'm 'bout ready to cry nowThinking 'bout my cousin BrandonAnd how we used to clownAnd then I hear them two shotsAnd seen him hit the groundI think about Chuck a rapper soon to be a legendAnd then I see him lying there bleeding and beggingNow every second is divided upAt. 5 I think of Brandon. 5 of ChuckAnd it's fucked up 'cause, chuck died on my birthdayI'm celebrating 19 in the worse wayAll I can say is that it's been about a year now365 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 nowDropping tears think it's water balloons asking howCould this be me, I couldn't see that better wayI'm just another black product of where I stayLiving hell, everybody I know sells or at least triedTo buy the plastic for black mail, see how they liedI'm denied for everything, I quite applyingI can't even hear the birds sing, my partner's cryingI often see my brother lying, up in his bunkWriting letters from jail telling me to keep it crunkLabel a drunk to my thirst quencher, a case of BudGot me looking at the bottle backward, letter switcherNo matter I'ma continue my journey, where was I headedA challenge boy every second, damn I regret itMore regular than unleadedIrregular mother, the baby and the child's fatherMust be that each other, another child like mostAin't no love, 'cause from the east to the West CoastBaby thugs, they selling drugs fuck a pacifierSo why the fuck should I be scared of eternal fireI want some motherfucking answers[Chorus:]
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