Why?

Lyrics

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.] Fools always ask me shit that I don't wanna answer Does my mind have cancer, [for the rest I bring?] Stay true to yourself, stay real, why do I do the things I do? I'm on banana peels, headin' for danger The white race bans me 'cause I'm black as they come This garbage sticks to my mind and makes my body numb Fills me up with anger, makes me wanna kill Why does my family have nothing? Why do I [have to steal?]? I pay the bills in my house with a nine to five The kids think I'm rich, but that's a bunch of jive I try to make these tapes to try to clock some loot And let the youth take my mind state for a [?] or two And have some fun and put a little chill in their spine But if I cut off your head, I would be spittin' rhymes Check the time, 'cause I'm down for the rap beats But why, why do they have to play me? [Verse 2: The R.O.C.] Man, if you don't understand where I'm comin' from Don't be quick to judge because you'll get done By the beast inside me that you can't see But if you see like I saw, you'd be next to me Feel what I feel, the messages are mixed One day it's top of the world, and then I'm dissed, I'm pissed Now work on my skills [to they?] abilities Hangin' flyers to get me on that easy street I never ask for hand-outs 'cause I got pride At times it's [got?] life, at times it's God So let me be who I am, the R.O.C. comin' to you real Not feedin' you stories for a rap deal, it's chill Let me take control of your soul Lead you on for days through my rap [row?] Yeah, because I'm down for mines, I got the cracked beats But why, why do they have to play me? [Verse 3: The R.O.C.] The tape's done, where's my friends, the ones I thought that was down When I was on the mic, all of 'em was around me Turn my back, got stabbed by my friends and foes Whatever happened, man, this whole thing's out cold You was a step up above me, helpin' me [?] And the next I'm still strugglin' tryin' to get rich And others should understand how hard the ladder is to climb Tryin' to [prove so mine, so others just diss, don't mind?] I won't [ride, don't tell, read it in hell?] But a word of encouragement is more than just a record sale I come real [?] leavin' scars A damn shame that a brother still need a damn bodyguard My raps are on contact, the R.O.C. is my name Gang bang from bein' down in the Krazee gang So understand that I'm down for mine Kickin' rap rhymes, but it takes time, yeah [Outro: The R.O.C.] R.O.C., comin' at you real I bet y'all know the deal, what's up Gotta send some shouts out Let me say what's up to the House of Krazees Mr. Bones and Hektic, Sons of Midnight Two Krazy Devils, my man Champtown My girl Spice D, my man Evol Yeah, my brother Killjoy and Lockdown Gotta say what's up to y'all And I'm outta here, peace (I'm down for mine, yeah) (Fools didn't think I was down for mine, yeah) (But they don't understand my [?], check it) ([?], yeah, kick [?] back one time [for mine?]) (Man, I'm down, I thought you knew) ([?] I'm down for mine [?]) (But it's all good though, yeah) (I'm outta here, peace)