Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 09.10.2000
Song language: English
Why |
| Why, do we live this way |
| So many murders, where the children play |
| And it’s about, to make me lose my mind |
| We’re running out of time, too many of my people dying |
| Day by day it’s more impossible, to hold on |
| I’m going head up with the shadow of death, and getting stole on Will I survive, is God gonna come and save me I started out as a Christian, now look at how this world made me |
| I’m crazy, and I can’t make it no better |
| Cause I can’t stand none of my friends, my only love is for the cheddar |
| I remember, sipping on Tangaray and getting high |
| Down with eachother, long as we was barely getting by We grown men, and all living in sin |
| Shooting a kite to my people, cause he in prison again |
| Letting him know that the streets ain’t changed, still wicked |
| Plus I been burying so many motherfuckers, we bound to kick it Up close and personal, cause niggaz be pushing my button |
| I handle my bidness, and exit they homes gangsta strutting |
| One deep, nobody’s got my back |
| Motherfuckers just be hanging around me, because I rap |
| Trying to stab me in my back, and if they could they would |
| That’s why I pack my twin bitches, cause I don’t even feel safe in the hood |
| At least on lock, you know what the danger is and what’s not |
| Free world you’ll be evicted, when a coward bust shots |
| That’s the life cycle, kick it with real niggaz |
| And never let the shife by you, because the devil is they idol |
| Man they tied up my nigga, and sawed off his head |
| The cold part about it, they ain’t even take no bread |
| My nigga Grady took seven shots, and one bullet hit him twice |
| Although he’s blessed, my nigga just can’t leave the thug life |
| You know it’s fucked up, both of us was in class with honors |
| But soon would drop out, addicted to cash and marijuana |
| And the fast life, we bled the whole hood last night |
| Hard headed dumb niggaz, just trying to get they cash right |
| Hustling, hoping we can get a million |
| But like a chameleon, nigga the game done changed |
| Wish it would rain sometime, to help a nigga wash away the pain sometime |
| I shed ghetto tears daily baby, I can’t hide the fact |
| Feeling like everybody’s out to get me, so I don’t hide my strap |
| I ride like that, with one up in the chamber |
| On my block if you ain’t got a glock, you’s in danger |
| Continuously head busting for nothing, my friends and my enemies |
| Nothing but recollection, as I remember the memories |
| If I could be like Jesus, I’d spread the love |
| But I can recognize the demons, so I spread the slugs |
| These motherfuckers say they love me, but I’m peeping they lies |
| Feel like jealousy and envy, when I look deep in they eyes |
| That’s a friend for you, laced up with your girl and then try to Spend your ends for you, and when it’s drama they won’t send for you |
| That’s the reason Joseph, is one deep until he die |
| I ain’t gotta wonder why, my people wanna see me fly, fuck em |