| Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy
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| Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy
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| I really wish I could explain it baby
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| It’s just the world is kinda crazy baby
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| Ain’t no pretty way to paint it baby
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| Don’t cry, dry your eyes
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| September 11th I woke up about 7 AM
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| West coast time, french toast and my turkey bacon
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| Takin my time awakin, turnin my TV on
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| To my surprise, saw what everybody in the world saw
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| Me and my children, images were chillin
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| My son said — daddy were there people in that building?
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| A cold sweat, frozen with a lump in my chest
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| I heard his question, couldn’t bring my lips to say yes to him
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| That night at my son’s side, he cried
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| And prayed for the ones who died in the World Trade
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| His palms to God, seeds of qualms with God
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| He just, kept on pressin me, wanna know why
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| Then one week later our bombs were dropped
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| We seein them, on CNN, they just won’t stop
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| The infrared, images of brutal attack
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| He said «Daddy now we killin 'em back,» right right
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| I really wish I could explain it baby
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| It’s just the world is kinda crazy baby
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| Ain’t no pretty way to paint it baby
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| Don’t cry, dry your eyes
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| I really wish I could explain it baby
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| It’s just the world is kinda crazy baby
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| Ain’t no pretty way to paint it baby
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| Don’t cry, dry your eyes
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| Souls are captured (souls are captured)
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| Dreams are stolen (dreams are stolen)
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| Hearts are broken (hearts are broken)
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| Evil plaguin he rewardin
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| Hate surrender (hate surrender)
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| Love exaulted! |
| (Love exaulted!)
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| HOPE ELATED! |
| (HOPE ELATED!)
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| Negativity DESTROYED AND.
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| Honest to God, why is the bomb always gettin the last word
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| And why, did her uncles have to molest her
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| And why, did all them cops have to be shootin to kill?
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| And why, did all them priests have to act so ill?
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| Tell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be touched?
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| Tell my why did Malcolm and Martin depart from us
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| Tell me why did the sniper make that little boy shoot
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| And why, is human life always denied for loot?
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| Tell me why did Mandela have to live in a cage?
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| Why did my brother Sterling have to die at that age?
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| Tell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his fate?
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| And why the fuck can’t love seem to defeat hate?
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| Tell me why is it so hard for all the children to eat?
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| Why did 'Pac and Biggie Smalls have to fall in the street?
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| Tell me why did Jam Master Jay have to go that way?
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| Please, what am I supposed to say my kids when they say
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| I really wish I could explain it baby
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| It’s just the world is kinda crazy baby
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| Ain’t no pretty way to paint it baby
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| Don’t cry, dry your eyes
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| I really wish I could explain it baby
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| It’s just the world is kinda crazy baby
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| Ain’t no pretty way to paint it baby
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| Don’t cry, dry your eyes
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| Can’t explain it baby life is just really crazy
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| I mean if it’s world wars or the life of a little baby
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| We got more stores than they got rice under buddha lazy
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| You live four scores and still it be drivin you crazy
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| But for me I try to see the bright side
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| Sometimes it be like the goodness be tryin to hide
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| Or tryin to flee, but it can’t, it’s deep inside
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| Sweetie you be the light for others, make 'em believe in God |