[Mary J. Blige] Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy Whyyyyyy, whyyyyyy
[Chorus:] I really wish I could explain it baby It's just the world is kinda crazy baby Ain't no pretty way to paint it baby Don't cry, dry your eyes
[Will Smith] September 11th I woke up about 7 AM West coast time, french toast and my turkey bacon Takin' my time awakin, turnin' my TV on To my surprise, saw what everybody in the world saw Me and 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 And prayed for the ones who died in the World Trade His palms to God, seeds of 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
Souls are captured (souls are captured) Dreams are stolen (dreams are stolen) Hearts are broken (hearts are broken) Evil plaguin' he rewardin' Hate surrender (hate surrender) Love exalted! (Love exalted!) Hope elated! (hope elated!) Negativity destroyed and..
[Will Smith] Honest to God, why is the bomb always gettin' the last word and why, did her uncles have to molest her and why, did all them cops have to be shootin' to kill? And why, did all them priests have to act so ill? Tell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be touched? Tell my why did Malcolm and Martin depart from us Tell me why did the sniper make that little boy shoot And why, is 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 And why the fuck can't love, seem to defeat hate? Tell me why is it so hard for all the children to eat? Why did 'Pac and 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 my kids when they say
[Will Smith] 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 and still it be drivin' you crazy But for me I try to see the button side Sometimes it be like the goodness be tryin' to hide or tryin' to flee, but it can't, it's deep inside Sweetie you be the light for others, make 'em believe in God