Lyrics:

Talk] These is hard times we livin` in Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is a lil` somethin` To help you get through the day If you could It was more than a tragedy Emotions be grabbin` me Plane fell from the sky We tryin` to figure what happened Burnin` churches, fearin` God Who can be so cruel We all ignorant to AIDS Till it happens to you Just be a man, make plans Listen to your voice A woman`s tryin` to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives Needs to stop What are we livin` for Givin` more back than takin` On my knees still waitin` for my own salvation Now I feel abandoned cause Pat Bucanan say I`m greedy You can take my taxes, send me to war But can`t feed me It`s so easy to regret things After they done Babies catchin` murder cases Scared to laugh in the sun The tragedies that we all need Love in doses In times like these we feel closest The good die young Does anybody have an answer why It seems the good die young Can anybody tell me why Can anybody tell me why (2x) Now in my world will it get worse When I been trapped since birth But I had to sleep in a hearse Cause it was my bed first My grands probably burnin` Turnin` in they grave Some folks ain`t even get to see a high age But they did so I ain`t afraid And this money got me feelin like a star And this murder got me Feelin like my death ain`t far And the land (?) and stolen cars Don`t get no better Don`t get no weaker or no hard