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letra de wanna know y - camoflauge

[introduction: camoflauge talking]
this, it’s like this here… watch over me as i live
this life. heavenly father, please isten to what i’m
sayin’, and i may sin again, and again.. but uhm…
yeah, uh, so much pain… whoa, dinner time. pray for
me, tell me why?

[chorus:]
(tell me why?…)
i can’t stop these tears from fallin’ down my face,
and i can’t stop my heart from hurtin’ lord i pray,
that you take away this pain i feel inside i got,
problems, in my life and i just wanna’ know why?

[verse 1:]
i got problems the size of california the rents due
momma ain’t got no job,
so thats why i’m out here on the corner plus the
‘frigerator empty as h-ll my stomach,
hurtin’ can’t you tell i need help on top of that i
just lost another partner to this gang bangin’,
shot him n his head left his brains hangin’,
i could see what he was thinkin’,
lord why u put me n this place right here the ghetto
cold,
like the north pole,
shed so many tears.
and i can’t even see clear my visions all blur,
sippin’ liquor smokin’ herb,
tryin’ to calm my nerves,
sometimes i wish that i was never even born i pray to
god that i could make it through the storm,
somebody please tell me why,

[chorus:]
i can’t stop these tears from fallin’ down my face,
and i can’t stop my heart from hurtin’ lord i pray,
that you take away this pain i feel inside i got,
problems, in my life and i just wanna’ know why?

[verse 2:]
it’s been poverty since day one down here where i’m
from,
ain’t no love for us ghetto children,
we run from police when they swing the block,
they say the only thing we good at is slangin’ rocks,
my n-gg-’ doc was the next mj but hey he had to make
ends meet livin’ in these streets,
i seen mamma’s cry and kids die i watch fights n the
clubs turn in to drive-by’s,
look into my eyes tell me what you see,
so much pain from the game this ain’t the life for me,
i wanna’ change but it’s hard,
drop to my knees and pray to god by it seems like he
don’t hear y’all,
so now i’m back to cookin’ the crack,
pullin’ the jack,
shootin’ the gat,
smokin’ weed and drinkin’ yak,
matter fact the penitentiary keep calling my name,
and the cemetery doin’ the same thing somebody please
tell me why,

[verse 3:]
penitentiary packed with blacks so many brothers with
dark skin color shackled up and that’s a fact,
d-mn, you could’ve been a lawyer or a doctor,
but you from the ghetto so you rather cook rocks,
blame it on the poverty in my community ain’t no unity
ain’t no opportunity for you and me,
if you could see the world through my eyes you would
wish that you was blind,
since day 1 it’s been nothin’ but hard times,
my momma got f-cked,
my daddy got a nut,
all i got was bad luck,
never had much i shed tears,
for all my child hood peers who ain’t here,
i was blind to the fact but now i could see clear,
and i’m livin’ in a world of sin,
where it ain’t no love in the hearts of men,
lord when is it gonna’ end,
as i walk through the valley and the shadow of death,
i take a look at my life and realize it ain’t nothin’
left somebody please tell me why,

- camoflauge

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