We Want Some Answers

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