Why Lord(remix)

It seems like the more I try to keep it as real as real can be, Ppl get offended at the truth that they won't let set them free, Tryna keep it peaceful, and try to shed some light, But errbody wanna fight till they end up in the sky, Lord. My brother flatlined twice. He took my bullet. I told him back off, but the mufucka stupid. He woke up in the intensive care unit. I want to get revenge on them niggas. Am I wrong, Lord? I heard some people want me dead but they pussy, won't show up to get schooled, So I guess they playing hookie, I ain't worried bout shit I'mma stay alive But I've always just survived, never thrived, And I just wonder why, Lord. Why, Lord, is these times so hard? I need a break, but it ain't no breaks in the yard. I'm tired of barely making it, I know that momma tried, But when I asked questions about my childhood, momma lied, Lord. I had to put a lot of childish things behind me, and then the devil showed up tryna blind me Had to grow up by myself, nobody helped me I was lost, Look what the damage caused, And I just wonder why, Lord. yea. and I seen close calls with death quite a few times. in my lyric pads, I take the pens n I write new rhymes, then I hit the pen two times, and look high as fuck in my pictures like Johnny two times. Heeeeeere's Johnny! I'm coming in on a clydesdale, high as hell, carrying dynamite, daring you to stick your dick in my saddle bags n give me a light. (evil cackle)!! I'm not alright! I'm so sadistic n ballistic n twisted with the sporadic thoughts, addict thots, Crack, n crooked cops in my hood. I never said it would be all good. matter fact, I said they hate u coz u misunderstood. I gave every excuse for the abuse, but it's the last straw now. I'm telling y'all , y'all done tried to kill the wrong fuckin spirit. Now yo homie dead, n u won't even hear it. u too high on that shit to commit, what you've chosen is it, and it'll be the death of you with every little hit. It seems like the more I try to keep it as real as real can be, Ppl get offended at the truth that they won't let set them free, Tryna keep it peaceful, and try to shed some light, But errbody wanna fight till they end up in the sky, Lord. My brother flatlined twice. He took my bullet. I told him back off, but the mufucka stupid. He woke up in the intensive care unit. I want to get revenge on them niggas. Am I wrong, Lord? I heard some people want me dead but they pussy, won't show up to get schooled, So I guess they playing hookie, I ain't worried bout shit I'mma stay alive But I've always just survived, never thrived, And I just wonder why, Lord. Why, Lord, is these times so hard? I need a break, but it ain't no breaks in the yard. I'm tired of barely making it, I know that momma tried, But when I asked questions about my childhood, momma lied, Lord.