[Verse 1: Buu E. Radley]
I done drank many nights away
This world will have you do worse
Oh what a price to pay!
Man stabbed to death over a chicken sandwich
Popeyes ain't sayin' shit
Customers steady cramming
What its like when Boondocks becomes the real life
Kanye Ruckus, nigga moments, and chicken fights
Chicken George likely turnin' in his grave
Same thing that bought his freedom
Got his people misbehaving
The product of centuries of enslavement
We tryna break free, but escaping
The most difficult thing we'vе ever been faced wit'
Physically free, but mеntally still enchained and it's
A pain to watch a man who has been tortured
Be released by his torturers
But still keep up the torture
On his self, cause his self identities been ripped from him
His knowledge of life before the ship has been stripped from him
And they wonder why my people wildin'
We've been conditioned by a hair stylist
Who ain't countin' fair mileage
Why is this life trifling?
[Chorus: Buu E. Radley]
Why, oh why?
Why, oh why?
[Verse 2: DrezOwens]
DrezOwens
Just a lonely soul
Came from a lonely coast
Why they always trippin' 'bout the bread?
It was only toast
Man, you know you winnin' when from problems you consult your folks
Swear it ain't hard to think of times we was totally broke
Why you always saying you the truth?
You Pinochi-nose
If you leave, you gotta fall
We'll blow these foes
Me with the chorus like milk with the Oreo's
Why ask for directions, when he don't know what floor we on?
Really know yo' word must be prestigious to consult the throne
Cold nights, she was in her feels like Jacoby Jones
How you 'bout to execute a man that was only wrong?
Man, we ain't nothing but the product of some broken homes
[Refrain: Buu E. Radley]
Why is this life trifling?
[Chorus: Buu E. Radley]
Why, oh why?
[Verse 3: Buu E. Radley]
I be tryna stay out the way
But this life is a child, always wantin' to play
That's how it gets fucked up
Chucked up into the sky
Ass whoopin' in sync wit' yo' death
Take yo' breath till there's nothin' left
Voice be startin' to crack like you got the strep
Need a Emmy for how you act like you got a rep
Need to get like a black frat and start to step
'Cause I'm Gloom with the poison you ingest
Doom comin' soon, muhfucka, like MF
Chillin' in this bitch like Goldberg
Who's next?
Money in this bitch like Bloomberg
I'm countin' checks
Stressed, its been several months since I slept
Depressed, I'm feeling like Drezo on S.O.S
Less people'd be burning in hell, they ain't have flesh
Never could have wrote Mustard Seed without hella tests