Why - Fashawn, Exile

And I ask myself «why?»

I can’t understand why?

Sometimes a nigga wake up nah mean?

Wonder why he do the shit he do

Nah mean, it’s life

We make the most out of it though

AIDS took so many brothers, yet we still going raw under covers

It’s 2009, gotta think smarter, stop being baby daddies and be fathers

I can’t understand (why)

Some dudes vacate to the Hamptons, knowing they seeds need Pampers

Wanna be a part of they life, instead they tricking different women

No room for a wife or a family (I can’t understand why)

God got a million names and if we made in his image does he see it the same

And if we flesh of his flesh can he feel my pain

Teardrops symbolizing the rain

I just can’t understand (Why)

I get high to forget about the present

Why I’m not riding in the S6

But life is all about decisions

Make the most outta mine while I’m living

I ask myself (why)

I do what I do, live how I live

It is what it is.

but…

I told my momma I’d change but it’s clear I’ll always be the same

I ask myself (Why)

I swear life is a maze, I’m just tryin' to get it right before I fade

But I keep hitting walls, everyday is like a battle

Learn somethin' different every time a nigga travel

Still (Why) They hatin' when I get home

Sayin' my name just so they can get known not in the same lane

It’s ironic how I became a product of fame

20 years old out on my own

(I can’t understand Why?)

I made those decisions I made, friendships decayed

Bitches I laid and never called back

People I robbed, spots where I hung, rocks that I slung, niggas I socked and

made fall back

(I can’t understand Why)

Do good brothers turn bad

Whippin 7 and a half outta 6 that’s how we learn

Math

Kinda sick how we earn cash

Not in a right mind so I petal along the wrong path (Can't understand Why)

Everybody caught up in politics

Democrats, Republicans.

When will the drama end?

Mathematic how the government dividin' us

Yet my mind shine bright as the Metropolis (Why)

I feel the need to shine a light on the populace

So I write like a columnist, dictate like a communist

Through it all I continue to stand tall as the monuments

(I can’t understand Why)

Heaven to Hell so I’m ponderin'

Which afterlife I’m a wind up in

Took too many losses so I gotta win

Fatherless, soakin' up knowledge from my momma’s friends (Why)

They all sold drugs and love to puff weed

And angel dust couldn’t teach me how to succeed

So I bailed out, in the lab, beats sittin' in the jailhouse.

(Can't understand.

Still I ask myself (Why)