Why - Intellectual

[V1]

I'm a motherfuckin legend in the making

And you don't gotta give me shit cuz ima take it

Living in a town that God has forsaken

Where motherfuckers cooking up with no apron

I guess we can go and blame Ronald Reagan

For all the meth labs in the basements

Growing up daddy was talking bout all the Pagans

And the hells angels no saitan minds racin

I gotta go and find the light

Cuz they talking about killing just out of spite

Gotta slow my life put a 4 up in the sprite

At 11 seen a man get stabbed what a sight

Memories so vivid so I take my blunt and hit it

And learn from your mistakes im a 90s kid bizitch

But 80s babies made me they made us

Wondering if God can save me it's fucked up

[Hook]

Soaked in my makers tears I coincide in my mind

I search through the dark to find the light

But the light is gone but the light is gone

Long gone

Now tell me is this my fate ? now tell me am i too late ?

Motherfuckers gotta murder just to stay safe

Tell me will it all ever change ?

Tell me will I see another day ? tell me will I end up the same way ?

Tell me why me why me why me ?

[V2]

Mo Murda Mo Murda

The illest you bitches have ever heard of

My brother just left with a brick I hope that they dont search him

And if a motherfucker gone rush he gone feel the burner

Motherfucker this ain't no game round here

We dont say no names round here

The gun from scarface he got the same round here

Little motherfuckers tryna make a name round here

And who gone stop him ? not me

Cuz nobody give a fuck about a damn police

You gone end up on the damn tv

Pick your poison fox news or msnbc

Mofucker keep thinking it's a game round here

Damn it really ain't the same round here

Who it really is to blame round here ?

I just hope that we get saved round here

[Hook]

[V3]

I'm smelling the smoke and I'm feeling the heat of the fire that's burnin outside of my pane

Seeing the embers as they float up above me they're falling like rain augmenting the flame

Pray for my city please pray for my city as I'm feeling the temperature risin

There's no where to go cuz the gates have flown open as mount olympus has fallen

I don't see no Gods I don't see no Gods

All I see ashes and ashes and dust and dust

Spark from the barrel of a 12 guage pump

The Phoenix is rising up on that horizon

See it and bask in the beauty of pain

I pay for my sins as I rest in my grave