| Why oh why is it so hard to say goodbye my lord |
| Oh tell me is it a stairway to heaven I can’t afford? |
| Racin' in this race you might have a crash collision |
| While your babies find their way to make their own decisions |
| Ain’t nobody tell me nothin' 'bout hustlin' strugglin' and gamblin' |
| And runnin' through the maze in Detroit while they’re scribble scramblin' |
| (chours X1.2) |
| (T.N.T???) |
| Now one, you thought I was gone |
| Thought I was lost in the storm |
| But uh, I can never seem let go of this game |
| Gotta keep rollin' on |
| Gotta keep holdin' on, to my handles |
| Stay strong, through the scandles |
| You can neva do, what you plan to do, when niggas try to undahand you |
| Why oh why is it so hard to say peace, to my pain |
| I got the soul of the beast, in my veins |
| I guess I’ll never change |
| All these games people play, I pay no mind |
| No evidence, no crime |
| Can’t let go, of this wicked rhyme |
| (T.N.T???) |
| Why oh why is it hard to say goodbye? |
| Who do doves cry? |
| Why must I stay high? |
| In my world, niggas get wet, like jerry curls |
| Mothers cry |
| Funeral processions ride by |
| Formaldehyde keeps my mind, in the sky |
| I believe, I believe I can fly |
| But uh, why is it so hard to say goodbye? |
| Goodbye |
| (song fades) |
