Pastor Troy - We Want Some Answers lyrics

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

We want some answers

I done had to cry so much that it's funny now
Dropping tears think it's 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

We want some answers