Why Me Lord

Huh, now isn't it amazing sometime As soon as people reach in a bad situation they start to call on God Ha-haa-haa, haah And you should remember God in your everyday nuance Not just when it gets bad, you know what it is Shaggy Early Sunday morning in the spring of '96 I'm chilling on my couch watching the Bulls against the Knicks My honey marches in and ask if I think I'm slick It seems she found my shirt with lipstick I thought I could explain but then my story wouldn't stick Incriminating pictures show me some other chick It happened once before and she was tired of the tricks She asked me, "Can I spell the word evict?" Situation's looking kinda bad (Why me Lord?) I lost the best girl I ever had (Why me Lord?) I'm homeless and I'm feelin' kinda sad Why me? Why me, Lord? (How you 'member massa God so quick?) Why me, Lord? (When trouble tek you pickney shirt a fit) Why me, Lord? (Is just because you don't know when to quit?) Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me?