Can't Figure it Out

[Hook] I can't figure it, I can't figure it out.. Out I can't figure it, I can't figure it out.. Out Always on my mind I can feel you now [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] As a child I asked Jesus why Why you let the good die? Too often, too early We got to say goodbye Is it even worth to try? What was preached, what we reached when we touched the sky Or is it just a fuckin' lie? So many funerals, I can't even fuckin' cry Just get drunk and smoke, let my brains fry I seen niggas smoke, right before my eyes Couple inches closer coulda been me in some niggas rhymes Strange times I just read the signs Goin' out of business, need a witness, it's the end times Don't know where we goin' But we goin' fast Outta control, feel like the globe about to crash Earthquakes, hurricanes, floods is all the news flash Everyday get hotter Nowhere near summer So the streets is hotter Raise the murder number With all this evil gotta be a God, I sit and wonder [Hook] (I can't figure it, I can't figure it out..Out) Why the fuck we always gotta struggle? Wake up, hit the block, gotta hustle Never get a break, it's always more trouble (I can't figure it, I can't figure it out..Out) Why we poor and ain't got no money No food, gotta go to sleep hungry Survivin' in a cold world that really don't want me (Always on my mind) All the people not here today (I can feel you now) Why the Lord have to take you away? [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] Behold The Rider Of The Pale Horse Niggas need to read more than just skimmin' through the fuckin' Source It's got a soft course, Of course That's how it's suppose to be, just look more closely You probably not gonna like what you're gonna see I'm on the streets but still don't feel free What the pigs do? Beat me, cuff me What the judge do? Sentence me, fuck me To a small box, the ghetto's biggest cell blocks We in prison too , but can't see the locks Real life Matrix, can't unplug or escape it Livin' in this society, just a bunch of fake shit Feel like Kanye, wanna take a +Spaceship+ Fly away, fly away and never come back But gravities a bitch, she always pull me back Every time I try to fly I just fall flat [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] The rich gettin' richer, the poor gettin' poorer The sick gettin' sick of gettin' fucked over and over They waitin' on Christ Allah Jehovah To save they lives, help 'em rise up, keep they hopes up Negligentpresident Keep the nation broke up A family sends his soldiers to get blown up Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers come back in pine boxes They died for nothin', George Bush ain't even fuckin' bother Little faggot, got a question little bastard Since you started all this shit why your kids ain't get drafted? America, America, home of the brave Would have sacrificed they own people just to get paid Keep us afraid Keep us confused Fightin' each other, can't tell who's who Amidst all this shit, my granny back on life support Got my hand in her hand, feel her breaths gettin' short I'm like [Hook]