Lyrics to Me Why : [Mary J. Whyyyyyy, Whyyyyyy, [Chorus: Will Smith - Mary repeats in background] I really I could explain it baby It's just the world is kinda crazy no pretty way to paint it baby Don't cry, dry your One: Will Smith] September 11th I woke up 7 AM coast time, french toast and my turkey bacon Takin my awakin, turnin my TV on To my surprise, saw what everybody in the saw Me and my children, images were My son - daddy were there people in that building? A cold sweat, frozen a lump in my chest I heard his question, couldn't bring my to say yes to him That night at my side, he cried And prayed for the who died in the World Trade His to God, seeds of qualms with God He just, kept on me, wanna know why Then one week later our were dropped We seein them, on CNN, they won't stop The infrared, images of brutal He said "Daddy now we killin 'em back," right [Chorus] - repeat 2X + (Mary J. ad lib crooning) [Interlude: J. Blige] are captured (souls are captured) Dreams are (dreams are stolen) are broken (hearts are broken) Evil plaguin he Hate (hate surrender) exaulted! (Love exaulted!) ELATED! (HOPE ELATED!) Negativity AND.. Two: Will Smith] Honest to God, why is the bomb always gettin the last and why, did her uncles to molest her and why, did all them have to be shootin to kill? And why, did all them priests to act so ill? me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be touched? Tell my why did Malcolm and Martin from us Tell me why did the sniper make that boy shoot And why, is human always denied for loot? Tell me WHY did MANDELA have to live in a Why did my brother have to die at that age Tell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his And why the {*BLEEP*} can't love, to defeat hate? Tell me why is it so for all the children to eat? Why did 'Pac and Biggie Smalls have to in the street? Tell me why did Jam Jay have to go that way? Please, what am I supposed to say my when they say - repeat 2X as before [Verse Three: Will Can't it baby life is just really crazy I mean if it's world wars or the life of a little We got more stores than got rice under buddha lazy You live four scores and still it be drivin you But for me I try to see the side Sometimes it be like the be tryin to hide or tryin to flee, but it can't, deep inside you be the light for others, make 'em believe in God