Why

Why is every MC in this game shit?
Why didn’t they pay Sofia Stewart for creating the matrix?
Why can bailiffs walk in my yard?
Why can’t I say shit?
Why won’t the government tell us about their space ships, huh?
Why are we gazing?
And when we ask about our ancestors all they seem to show is a slave ship
Why should we follow these laws?
Why should we take this?
Why wouldn’t the World Family admit they’re racist, huh?
They got us caged in like apes its disgusting
This fucking country is run by money they print and they win
Why is everyone snoozing?
Why do they lie on the news but still everyone tunes in?
Why is the question I ask when the weapons blast
«Black dead now you in the bin with your reckless ass
Stop using guns and knives, why not take a stance?
And spark man in the face if you that hard»
Why do I feel the need to smoke weed and get high?
Cause I’m stressed what the fuck I’m trying to get by
Why did my uncle Derrick die so early?
And my gran, I’m a man but damn, that shit hurt me
Why people tell me things that don’t concern me?
Why do people compare me to MCs that ain’t worthy?
Why should I work all day
They’re just going to tax my wage
That’s why I shot mixtapes and cop heavy weights for pays
And back it up with into tenses and AIDS
Some have no remorse
Some repent when its late at night
I must admit I pray sometimes, but not enough
When times are rough, I look up at the sky and I ask god «Why»?