Why

I got a heart full of gold and my soul is passionate Nobody ever wanted to rap when I was on that "rapper shit" But I stayed down got me a scale a little green Even when I did that I never had me a team I always was dolo I always stayed by myself I never paid attention to what they was doing right over there I came home and seen my bag and my scale sitting on the bed Then I start rubbin like damn here we go again I just grabbed my bag and I called my mans like yo Come match one cause I aint gone be able to come outside for a minute I'm feeling so finished I'm feeling like this is the ending Of everything I been progressing for Yeah I really meant it She came home and started yelling like you gone bring this in my house I couldn't even say a word just looking stupid on the couch I replied did you forget you told me I cant have no job So I had to make a way to get some money on the side You wont listening so typical don't take this as im dissin you But this deep in my heart and taking tolls right on my physical We could barely afford the food Could barely even afford some soap Man I'm just so tired of bein fucking broke Man I'm tired of being broke Why I do the things I do Why I move the way I move Seem like no one understand me so I rather talk to you So many times I looked up to the sky And wondering when someone'll ask me why When somebody ask me why Why I do the things I do Why move the way I move Seem like no one understand me so I rather talk to you Been so many times I looked up to the sky And I prayed to God wont somebody ask me why Why cant you ask me why Found out my father wont my father And now I got these questions in my head I'm starting to harbor Well whose this nigga that done left me hanging with my mama In these trailer parks and such These the reasons I spark shit up She told me it's this nigga that I knew throughout my life Now that I think about it when he was around it was a vibe Back then I aint understand it I was only probably 5 The first time I realized it In the backseat of Twila car crying I was such an angry child I smoke my weed and sip my lean hope pain just vanquish now In the back of class I'm pouring up in front... now She asked me what is that I looked at her and faked a smile My aunt told me that I almost killed my mama brought my soul to defeat My other aunt had told my cousin the bad influence was me And mayne that really tripped me out because she older than me And now they wonder why when I come around I really don't speak Why I do the things I do Why I move the way I move Seem like no one understand me so I rather talk to you So many times I looked up to the sky And wondering when someone'll ask me why When somebody ask me why Why I do the things I do Why move the way I move Seem like no one understand me so I rather talk to you Been so many times I looked up to the sky And I prayed to God wont somebody ask me why Why cant you ask me why