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Don’t cry, dry your eyes September 11th, I woke up about 7am, west coast time, French toast and my Turkey bacon, taking my time, awakin’, turning my TV on To my surprise, saw what everybody in the world saw Me & my children, images were chillin’ My son said, “Daddy were there people in that building?“ A cold sweat, frozen with a lump in my chest I heard his question, couldn’t bring my lips to say “Yes“ to him That night at my son’s side, he cried & prayed For the one’s who died in the World Trade His palms to God, seeds and qualms with God He just kept on pressin’ me, wanna know why Then one week later our bombs were dropped We seein’ them on CNN, they just won’t stop The infrared images of brutal attack He said, “Daddy now we killin’ em back“; (right, right) [CHORUS - (2x)] [BRIDGE - Mary J. Blige:] Mmmmm, souls are captured Dreams are stolen, hearts are broken Evil blatantly rewarded Hate surrenders, Love exalted Hope elated, negativity is shorted Why is the bomb always getting the last word & why did her uncle have to molest her & why did all them cops have to be shootin’ to kill & why did all them priests have to act so ill Tell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be touched Tell me why did Malcolm & Martin depart from us Tell me why did that sniper make the little boy shoot & why does human life always denied for loot Tell me why did Mandela have to live in a cage Why did my brother Sterling have to die at that age Tell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his fate & why the f*@k can’t love seem to defeat hate Tell me why is it so hard for all the children to eat Why did Pac & Biggie Smalls have to fall in the street Tell me why did Jam Master Jay have to go that way Please what am I supposed to say to my kids when they say ’Why?’
