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[Verse 1] I gotta few things I wanna ask the Lord Why my people gotta be so poor, feel me And why's it so rough when you're young and black They say you go to jail or get strung on crack Why the girl have a baby she was twelve years old Ask the state why the cell's gotta be so cold And why these niggas here with so many years Whole family in court crying so many tears Can you picture us living with hope [hell no] When the same ones hanging us is giving us dope Shit, it's hard to get by I pray to God it's still hard to get by Just wanna hold my son [my man] But I can't leave my house until I load my gun I gotta grab my sword And when I die I got some things I wanna ask the Lord Like, why we dying from AIDS And why on TV it's aight to be gay Ain't that sorta like my gun got the right to be waved If I could sit back and watch a whole cipher of slaves Ask my man where the blacks at Ask myself where the next Malcolm X at [I don't know] Is he makin Salat, or upstate like a ape in a box Am I a human or a fallen angel Got to pray by myself cuz I'm out of angle I ain't facin the east, tell the brothers I was shakin the beast Had the nine and the eight in the streets Open your eyes, stay wise, cuz even Satan is deep I pray for a better living Even though I think I'm better dying Why, cuz I'd rather hear the angels singing Why, and I don't wanna hear my people crying, feel me black [HOOK] We ain't gotta die no more, I said we ain't gotta die no more Black woman Listen You ain't gotta cry no more, I said you ain't gotta cry no more Black child Listen We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all Devil man Listen We got a surprise for y'all, I said we got a surprise for y'all Black man Listen [Verse 2] 'Bout to be on some clever shit [I got to be] I gotta think if the president is prejudice And that's another eight years down The 500 year warn, that's a eight year round I don't really mean to sweat it But the war been on before they came on your TV and settle They don't need lead to shoot ya Why would a man make a computer to head the future I think about it in a weed session They said better technology, all I see is regressin Blew up our buildings in fact [blow us all up] But if they live under the sun then them children is black 'fore the devil get more time I'd rather see the world cease Hit the afterlife of world peace Where black men don't die, the women don't cry And the little kids get provided for and play in the sky, what [HOOK]