We Want Some Answers — текст песни (Pastor Troy)

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]