Z-Ro - Lord Tell Me Why lyrics

Lord tell me why
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh boy things will get brighter

After living through drive-by's got a
Nigga ready for war
500 push-ups everyday to keep my knock
Out punches up to par
Cause everybody want to test me
Knocking them down punching
But they want to bust will I fight to
Jump so would the lord bless me
To keep on breathing
Leaving niggas unconscience
When I'm punching I'm going
Hard in the paint, so pack a lunch
To the niggas that we killing don't
Feel like you the only motherfucker
That really don't think we
Even love eachother
Gorilla till I die for real murdered
By my right hand man
Or prosecuted by the white man's hand
I don't think I'm living to die
But, I'm dying to live up under the stress
Fin to lose my cool so come
Out even to have you rest
All my sins are forgiven for living violently
With a gun in my hand
I'm creeping up on them moving silently
They left my peope alone when my cutlass
Exploded on the side of the road
The motherfuckers thought I died in the load

Am I the hunter or the most hunted
Telling my people they don't need
A high to get by
But, I'm telling a lie cause
I'm the most blunted
Hard to practice my preaching when
I'm under the stress
And I'm walking around with
A 12-gauge sawed off
And a suicide note up under my vest
I want to live in peace
But drama won't allow me
That's why my mind is gone
I'm seeing x's and tylenol three
But do you really want to see
A nigga with the vendetta
Make everybody kill somebody I'm
A trend setter
First I was spending my time with
Family mobbing showing my brother's love
Never thought it would it happen to
Shoot first releasing my brother's blood, uh
Why do these rookies want to rumble
Got to do him in
Even if he's my kin that's the
Only way the cookies crumble
Calling up on your name in vain
This time I took a bow
But, if there was ever a time I
Needed you god I need you now, lord oh mercy
Cause, I don't want to die by
The hands of my own kind
Really to get true to the overdose
And free my own mind, hell yeah

I no longer need the weed
To reach another level
I'm on a natural high
But, I looked the devil in his eye
Thinking the song I'm a survivor
Things ain't what they seem
My yellows are green
People are demons, demons are
People in my dreams, what does it mean
I'm trying come out of
This motherfucking nightmare
Going against all odds but mama
Said they never fight fair
Somebody put a price on my
Head for living dead
Hoes was capping but now they in my bed
But they choosing to giving me head
Rags to riches
Sagging the creases in my breaches
66 Impala candy dancing playing
Witht he switches
Finding away from righteousness and
Learning to sin
You'd be the same nigga that's kicking the
Door with me that's turning me in
Uh, why do the fiends buy dope from me
They know they don't get high from me
Why do the fiends buy dope from me
Knowing that they gone die from me
A nigga was plexing with my partner
Why did he pull his gun
Now everybody related or cool with you
Can die that's on my son