Letras
Tell me why my people gonna like this
Gotta struggle like this
Gotta struggle like this
Can you please tell me why?
Oh Lord can you please tell me why
(Oh Lord can you tell me why?)
I been broke and broken for some days now
It's cloudy days I don't see the sun rays now
It's Hurricane and tornados up in my way now
My mental health done turned to the devil's playground
Applications going out but ain't nobody calling
I'm feeling lesser then a man I see my tears falling
On the floor of this Section 8 apartment
And overdrawn accounts got me anxious and nauseous
Momma lost her best friend in December
It's Florida weather but we still feel the winter
Seen her crying at the funeral it hurt me
Knowing that she died the day after her birthday
My homie told me question God but don't question God
But the things He be allowing got me stressing hard
Like why my people getting swipe by immigration?
And the President cold as ICE yet they praise him?
Tell me why my people gonna like this
Gotta struggle like this
Gotta struggle like this
Can you please tell me why?
Oh Lord can you please tell me why
(Oh Lord can you tell me why?)
I heard God created patience
Something I've been lacking
Ironically still waiting, drained with the issues that been carried through the decades
Past generations who died with all the hatred it
Seems like I've been tainted
Love to conditional to simply extend it without any exchange
Two different world views
The earth is always spinning and with time it always changes
They put faith around the universe I put it in Who made it
It's easy to be mystic than to deal with all the questions understandably so
My unbelief just takes me places that my answers never been to
Beginning of frustration it's crazy how I made
So close to leaving faith and become a real atheist
All my life believed in God but my faith was never questioned