Don't Ask Why-Juster

Wake up homeboy Caught you rolling in the vollo Got more blues than a Buddy Guy solo With the harmonica blowing out the rhythm All my soul brothers and my soul sisters are you with them? But check out the scene it can make you a mourner Working for the green selling d**e on the corner Just 17 but man he's living proper Packing more beef than a Burger King Whopper So I roll up doing anything possible 'Cause I'm not with the damn ride to the hospital All these hoods got the devil in their eyes, no respect, no respect So you got to realize, a brother like me has got to focus On the tale of my homies locked up, barred up in a jail I don't like the fact a man would kill me for my shoes So don't ask me why I got these type of blues Here it is looking dead in the face of poverty People playing games like we're living in Monopoly Watching young brothers all strapped in a lowride Hanging out the windows coming with the drive-by Everybody falls then everybody screams Then somebody dies, it's still the same routine Ain't a damn thing changed since they living like Shenanigans Walking like Capone they'll leave you stiffer than a mannequin And all these fine women all split into sections Tina caught the virus 'cause she didn't wear protection Brenda got a baby and Rita is an addict Candy walks the corner with the 9 automatic Call a brother crazy 'cause I'm losing all my senses My temper, my composure when I'm jumping over fences Living to survive 'cause if you snooze you lose So don't ask me why I got these type of blues