We Want Some Answers - Pastor Troy

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 (*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