Will Smith - Tell Me Why Lyrics
[INTRO] - Why, why, why, why, why. Why[CHORUS]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 eyesSeptember 11th, I woke up about 7am, west coast time, French toast and myTurkey bacon, taking my time, awakin', turning my TV onTo my surprise, saw what everybody in the world sawMe & my children, images were chillin'My son said, "Daddy were there people in that building?"A cold sweat, frozen with a lump in my chestI heard his question, couldn't bring my lips to say "Yes" to himThat night at my son's side, he cried & prayedFor the one's who died in the World TradeHis palms to God, seeds and qualms with GodHe just kept on pressin' me, wanna know whyThen one week later our bombs were droppedWe seein' them on CNN, they just won't stopThe infrared images of brutal attackHe said, "Daddy now we killin' em back"; (right, right)[CHORUS - (2x)][BRIDGE - Mary J. Blige:]Mmmmm, souls are capturedDreams are stolen, hearts are brokenEvil blatantly rewardedHate surrenders, Love exaltedHope elated, negativity is shortedWhy 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 illTell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be touchedTell me why did Malcolm & Martin depart from usTell me why did that sniper make the little boy shoot& why does human life always denied for lootTell me why did Mandela have to live in a cageWhy did my brother Sterling have to die at that ageTell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his fate& why the f*@k can't love seem to defeat hateTell me why is it so hard for all the children to eatWhy did Pac & Biggie Smalls have to fall in the streetTell me why did Jam Master Jay have to go that wayPlease what am I supposed to say to my kids when they say 'Why?'[CHORUS - (2x)][VERSE 3]Can't explain it baby, life is just really crazyI mean if it's world wars or the life of a little babyWe got more stores than they got rice under Buddha lazyYou live four scores & still it be driving you crazyBut for me I try to see the bright sideSometimes it'd be like the goodness be tryin' to hideThen try to flee, but it can't it's deep insideSweetie, you be the light for the others, make 'em believe in God[BRIDGE - Mary J. Blige:]
