Получи текст песни Pastor Troy - We Want Some Answersна свой мобильный!
Отправь SMS с текстом 55788-115-5756 на номер 5537.
Предложение действительно для Российских операторов.
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
[Chorus] 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
[Chorus]
|