Life is a gift that can be given
Or taken away.
So tell me, why do people continue to hate
The ways of the murderers who
Have to pay
The ultimate fate
For the crimes they committed in the past days.
And people alwayz say,
That rape,
Is a way
To deface
The mind of a person to the point they won’t even play.
And some people ask me why
I write these rhymes, and say them,
Instead of spitting them to shine.
So I think to myself, why.
Why, why, why.
It seems like the perfect question to everything.
Why are gas prices going up?
Why does this force us to pay a pretty buck?
Why don’t oil companies give a f***?
Sorry, I didn’t mean to disrespect,
But why are our people constantly getting shot
In these hoods with teks?
Any why are these youngstas constantly bragging
About how they’re on deck?
And why are some white supremacists
Lookin down on us like some pets?
These questions are constantly being asked,
So we must make it our final task,
To stop living in the past.