I really wish I could explain it baby (why), It´s just the world is kinda crazy baby (why), Ain´t no pretty way to paint it baby (why), Don´t cry, dry your eyes September 11th, I woke up about 7am, west coast time, French toast and my Turkey bacon, taking my time, awakin´, turning my TV on To my surprise, saw what everybody in the world saw Me & my children, images were chillin´ My son said, "Daddy were there people in that building?" A cold sweat, frozen with a lump in my chest I heard his question, couldn´t bring my lips to say "Yes" to him That night at my son´s side, he cried & prayed For the one´s who died in the World Trade His palms to God, seeds and qualms with God He just kept on pressin´ me, wanna know why Then one week later our bombs were dropped We seein´ them on CNN, they just won´t stop The infrared images of brutal attack He said, "Daddy now we killin´ em back"; (right, right)
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[BRIDGE - Mary J. Blige:] Mmmmm, souls are captured Dreams are stolen, hearts are broken Evil blatantly rewarded Hate surrenders, Love exalted Hope elated, negativity is shorted Why is the bomb always getting the last word & why did her uncle have to molest her & why did all them cops have to be shootin´ to kill & why did all them priests have to act so ill Tell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be touched Tell me why did Malcolm & Martin depart from us Tell me why did that sniper make the little boy shoot & why does human life always denied for loot Tell me why did Mandela have to live in a cage Why did my brother Sterling have to die at that age Tell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his fate & why the f*@k can´t love seem to defeat hate Tell me why is it so hard for all the children to eat Why did Pac & Biggie Smalls have to fall in the street Tell me why did Jam Master Jay have to go that way Please what am I supposed to say to my kids when they say ´Why?´
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[VERSE 3] Can´t explain it baby, life is just really crazy I mean if it´s world wars or the life of a little baby We got more stores than they got rice under Buddha lazy You live four scores & still it be driving you crazy But for me I try to see the bright side Sometimes it´d be like the goodness be tryin´ to hide Then try to flee, but it can´t it´s deep inside Sweetie, you be the light for the others, make ´em believe in God
[BRIDGE - Mary J. Blige:]
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