Z-Ro - Why? lyrics

Why, do they worry me
Because the game, ain't what it use to be
Where did all the G's go, uh huh

I be beeping niggas with cell phones
So why the fuck, the call back take so long
If I depended on my niggas
I'd stay stranded at home
But everytime I got a show, my telephone ring
They wanna fuck with me when
I'm in the spotlight
Trying to get in free, and smoke and lean
Feel me when a nigga say that
I don't love nobody
The same person you call a partna
Might try to slug your body
Never ever underestimate
The next man's greed
And it ain't no love if it come down to it
Second and first cousins even bleed
Losing love for my partnas
Because they treat me like a stranger
Plus my nigga for life
Is headed straight for the gas chamber
I took an oath, and said you didn't do it
But when the judge winked at the prosecutor
We knew we blew it

And it ain't no such thang
As a faithful broad
But, I've been blessed to peep the game
That's why I'm thankful Lord
So all the love letters and
Roses that you send her
She won't even much feel
Cause all the while
The bitch be fonier than a fo' dolla bill
Some niggas got mo' bitch
In them than bitches, always pulling a strap
Say they want tickets about they boxing game
But hiding behind a gat
If you pull a pistol on me
I might provoke you to use it
Cause my life-my life is painful
And I ain't scared to lose it
Even though it's brightly lit
I live in darkness, keep a pistol
With an extra cartridge
They mistake my paranoia for being heartless
I wanna live in peace
But drama won't allow me
That's why my mind is gone off
Xanaxs and ounces to tree
I know I've called up on your name in vein
But I'm humble when I bow
If there was ever a time I needed you God
I need you now
Lord have mercy too many suicidal thoughts
So I sold my piece but what's worse
Knowing you live in hell or being
A lost soul in the streets

And I will never understand why, the Governor
Know innocent people living on death row and
All he do is stand by no evidence on Dinkie
So we feeling the stress
But, you gotta satisfy public, when in arrest
Whatever happened
To innocent until proven otherwise
I promised I been traumatized
Ever since the day that my mama died
I'm running away from righteousness
And learning to sin
But the same niggas I kicked the door with
Facing five to ten
So I've been blessed to a certain extent
And given a privilage
Where if a sentenced committed
I'm forgiven when I repent
When the police pull us over
They wonder why we're nervous
Too many jobs defy with homicides
And funeral services
And if I die please, make it quick, no pain
At least I know, I left a stain in they brain
If it's time to die I won't cry
Just make it quick with no pain
At least I know, I left a motherfucking stain