Ya know OoOo I can't explain how grateful I feel to be where I am in my life 2day (ya know the reasons why we pray AyYyYy) God is good I give to those who God hasn't been so good to:

$V1) The reasons why I cry are because there's no answer to why our black men gotta die & they say sometimes when you high life talks to ya & they say she's a teacher & I'ma wise pupil (Let her be your tutor OoOh) the history channel said MaryJane is a guidance & she's guiding me to my thorn I'ma say what's up to Jesus when I get home the reasons why I cry are because only once I'm all out of blunts lighters & other supplies does life become a bitch & I feel like I wanna die & it's so cold (So CoOlD) how the shelters evicting our seeds into the frozen cold & my flow so cold I spit each alphabet into frozen words SubZero or Mr. Freeze lord I'm cold all I need is a hug so I can tell all the young poor single mothers that you haven't forgotten & you still love us & they say MaryJane would take me so high that if I should fall as I climb I could put an earthquake in the ground:

Sarita hook) Oh the reasons why I pray is because they say God helps those worthy of his guidance through each day the reasons why I cry is because you can mix the colors the flavors the CoolAids & still can't purify the racism & the reasons why I stand strong is because God will never lose his grip & he'll pull us through it & the reasons why I believe  hope is still alive are because only once the smoke clears does the sun come out & Oh the reasons why we pray OoOoh:

$V2) I wanna ask God when he stopping the pain Sarita say she tired of the bullshit & she got suicide on her brain & there's nothing more beautiful then sunshine after a little rain & Jesus died so we could live but our caps still get peeled so his death was InVein & Sarita give me a chance to tell ya my love for you is so heavy it could feel a hole in the ground (The reasons why we Ooh) pray day by day as we drown in 8balls & go up up & away to get to Mary*J & the reasons why I cry are because it's only once I look into Sarita's eyes do I realize she's running out of time & I'm downing a 5th of vodka trying not to remember the times she made me high made me laugh made me cry made me blush she's made me happy (The reasons why iiiiii) get high are because the good die young with a call from heaven to help watch over the rest of the slum damn shorty was cool as hell we used to pass the blunt spit a couple 16s I used to treat him like my son.