[INTRO] - Why, why, why, why, why. Why 
 [bad word]  

I really wish I could explain it baby (why)
It's just the world is kinda crazy baby (why)
Ain't no pretty way to paint it baby (why)
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?" 
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 [bad word] attack 
He said, "Daddy now we killin' em back"; (right, right) 
 [bad word] - (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?' 
 [bad word] - (2x)] 

[VERSE 3] 
Can't explain it baby, life is just really crazy 
I mean if it's world wars or the life of a little baby 
We got more stores than they got rice under Buddha lazy 
You live four scores & still it be driving you crazy 
But for me I try to see the bright side 
Sometimes it'd be like the goodness be tryin' to hide 
Then try to flee, but it can't it's deep inside 
Sweetie, you be the light for the others, make 'em believe in God 

[BRIDGE - Mary J. Blige:]