Someone tell me why, why, why does it hurt everyday? All I do is cry, cry ,cry, why do I feel this way? Just let me live my life, please, undo this pain
Chorus: Someone tell me why, why, why Does it hurt everyday All I do is cry, cry ,cry Why do I feel this way Just let me live my life Please undo this
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: Chorus: Someone tell me why, why, why Does it hurt everyday All I do is cry, cry ,cry Why do I feel this way Just let me live my life Please undo this
3:] So one day, when it's all said and done, My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung, My verses will be curses to the rich and all sorts of authority
burn the Constitution You take the authors, a bunch of old wig-ers Who ratified extinction of the poor, Black niggas Know why? Cause I'm that nigga that
way, so I flow like Nile's waters African-American rebel of authority Majority, while I'm so-called minority Sometimes they ask me, "Why are you the rebel
run, it ain't gon take but three of these to catch him I'm dedicated to the delivery, of a Smith & Wesson While keeping it under cover, to keep authorities
to die Blinded in some pussy Millionaire Living care free Sucka free Playa haters miss me Hope in hard times never catch me slippin Fuck authorities they wonder why
the hospital took five like me You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why
won't be back So if I die To the same for me Shed no tear An Outlaw, thug living in this game, for years Why worry, Hope to god Get me high When I'm
in ya arteries pardon me But them niggaz won't touch not a part of me bet on it Them niggaz belong in a sorority ain't that a bitch Burn they bodies up for the authorities
I admit that I have been a little immature Fucking with your heart like I was the predator In my book of lies I was the editor And the author I forged
high The ones who don't know be the ones who ask why That His imperial majesty really get crucify Allow'll real get the colour blue in ah the sky Why
my options. I can just let em drop me, or I can cock it and pop it. The way they murdered Oscar was proposterous nonsense. They talkin with they glocks, conversation is violence, and they wonder why
the sun since steady b flex his authority! And what may be important to me, electricity's older than trees. And that's why the lighting be crackin' the
[Verse 1:] In my mind im a fighter, my hearts a lighter, my soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up. An arsonic writer, author with arthritis,