If it wasnt for bad luck,

hell i guess that a nigga wouldnt have none

but when I think about it ,

what would i be without my gun

How could i get away from the po-po's, if a, nigga couldnt run

and how i was given a daughter when i always prayed for a son

life is crazy aint it, sometimes i even think the same thing

ive been waiting on freedom to ring hell but aint a thing changed

and i lost my brother in the struggle, Teddy here lost his mother,

and i'm thinking if i lose mines whos gonna raise my brother

not to be a thug, stay in school, dont use drugs

who'll teach him right from wrong and show them boys, true love

so i pray for the better days, face the bomb and the run-a-ways

and i put my guns away and i pray for peace on sunday, its crazy aint it





If it wasnt for, all these killings and all these conflicts and religions

And the muslim, jews, and christians, but know that we are all god's children

theres only, one him, plus aint none of yall confronted him

so blind in our own minds we wouldnt even know god if we was in front of him

and, i read your books and know all your remixes to the bible

what about a verse for the thugs curled with drugs and survival

thats asking for chapters naming Martin, malcolm and faricon

in all my history books the only one died was the americans

and thats the point of mine, whos responsible for vietnam

and hold on theres more we had two world wars

and how come the judges make more than the teachers is making

when they the ones raising all the taxes and got us fighting for education

life is crazy aint it