Why do bad things happen…

Why do bad things happen to them good people ?
Is it your way of tellin me that we’re all equal ?
You’re the one who taught me ’bout the good and evil…

You’re the one who taught me ’bout the good and evil

Somebody’s dying today and new babys are born;
Some celebrate they life and other’s heart’s are torn;
Some tear at the funeral others party the birthdays
Some say that it’s a zen ying-yang the “earth way”
God gave it a life so he could take it away at anytime he wants
No matter how much I pray when the time is done
Lordy lord don’t have no mercy when it’s time to go
Well it’s time to go, Life’s a bitch, then you die I know.

But God how do you choose who’s staying and who’s not?

And I was praying with all my heart that
You choose not him not her and why not them Crooked cops and thieves
Who took my watch and teeth, drug dealers and killers who just pop and then leave…
Criminals and pedophiles raping
Women and children dumb presidents and villains;
On a killing spree to fill up they greeed to get what they need at all cost.

Why do bad things happen to them good people ?
Is it your way of tellin me that we’re all equal ?
You’re the one who taught me ’bout the good and evil…

You’re the one who taught me ’bout the good and evil…

I’m losing Faith like my name was B.I.G
The life after death I don’t know if I be up
In heaven for questioning you and having a doubt would you condemned me
to hell if I scream and shout the Lord’s name in vain for that I’m going insane
Feeling pain for my main man that left me;
Early no mercy like that thug that I met up in Jersey,
Was trippin for my chain he really wanted to hurt me;
Got me nervous on purpose acted like he gonna mirk me
Shifty undercover cop lowdown and dirty playing God ’s game just to let me know he can
I’m a braveheart but he had a gat in his hand he was a one of many devils
With them heavy metals who likes to meddlle wit them people with haerts of angles but my man wasn’t
He was a good father a son a loving husband
Beloved by the dozen 9 to 5 just to get by a regular dude but he was gifted
His mind was a miraculous tool
Watchin’ his mooves like spectacular cool
He had Passions of Christ and Compassion of Buddha
when my mind wonder off 3:10 to Yuma he dealt wit my pain and many others
For real he felt my pain better than any doctors
He was a reason that im breathing and he’s not no more what for

Lord I know the world is yours what for
He not breathing no more you didn’t have to take him we got devils galore