| You know what’s funny
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| When the shit that makes you laugh, makes you cry
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| Hell I’m 'bout ready to cry now
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| Thinking 'bout my cousin Brandon
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| And how we used to clown
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| And then I hear them two shots
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| And seen him hit the ground
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| I think about Chuck a rapper soon to be a legend
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| And then I see him lying there bleeding and begging
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| Now every second is divided up
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| At .5 I think of Brandon .5 of Chuck
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| And it’s fucked up 'cause, chuck died on my birthday
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| I’m celebrating 19 in the worse way
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| All I can say is that it’s been about a year now
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| 365 days of asking how, and still no answers
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| We want some answers (*repeat 8X*)
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| I done had to cry so much that it’s funny now
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| Dropping tears think its water balloons asking how
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| Could this be me, I couldn’t see that better way
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| I’m just another black product of where I stay
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| Living hell, everybody I know sells or at least tried
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| To buy the plastic for black mail, see how they lied
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| I’m denied for everything, I quite applying
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| I can’t even hear the birds sing, my partner’s crying
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| I often see my brother lying, up in his bunk
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| Writing letters from jail telling me to keep it crunk
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| Label a drunk to my thirst quencher, a case of Bud
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| Got me looking at the bottle backward, letter switcher
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| No matter I’ma continue my journey, where was I headed
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| A challenge boy every second, damn I regret it
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| More regular than unleaded
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| Irregular mother, the baby and the child’s father
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| Must be that each other, another child like most
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| Ain’t no love, 'cause from the east to the West Coast
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| Baby thugs, they selling drugs fuck a pacifier
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| So why the fuck should I be scared of eternal fire
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| I want some motherfucking answers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Want Some Answers!!! , by - Pastor Troy. Song from the album I Declare War...We Are Ready!!!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп