Talk]
These is hard times we livin` in
Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
Murder, the good die young
The good definitely die young
This is a lil` somethin`
To help you get through the day
If you could
It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin` me
Plane fell from the sky
We tryin` to figure what happened
Burnin` churches, fearin` God
Who can be so cruel
We all ignorant to AIDS
Till it happens to you
Just be a man, make plans
Listen to your voice
A woman`s tryin` to make decisions
We should leave them a choice
Cause who are we to say who lives and die
Breathes and stops
All this judgement on other lives
Needs to stop
What are we livin` for
Givin` more back than takin`
On my knees still waitin` for my own salvation
Now I feel abandoned
cause Pat Bucanan say I`m greedy
You can take my taxes, send me to war
But can`t feed me
It`s so easy to regret things
After they done
Babies catchin` murder cases
Scared to laugh in the sun
The tragedies that we all need
Love in doses
In times like these we feel closest
The good die young
Does anybody have an answer why
It seems the good die young
Can anybody tell me why
Can anybody tell me why (2x)
Now in my world will it get worse
When I been trapped since birth
But I had to sleep in a hearse
Cause it was my bed first
My grands probably burnin`
Turnin` in they grave
Some folks ain`t even get to see a high age
But they did so I ain`t afraid
And this money got me feelin like a star
And this murder got me
Feelin like my death ain`t far
And the land (?) and stolen cars
Don`t get no better
Don`t get no weaker or no hard
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