Lyrics to Me Why : [Mary J. Whyyyyyy, Whyyyyyy, [Chorus: Will Smith - Mary repeats in background] I really wish I could explain it 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 up about 7 AM West coast time, french toast and my bacon my time awakin, turnin my TV on To my surprise, saw everybody in the world saw Me and my children, images chillin My son said - were there people in that building? A cold sweat, with a lump in my chest I heard his question, couldn't my lips to say yes to him That night at my side, he cried And prayed for the who died in the World Trade His palms to God, seeds of 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 'em back," right right [Chorus] - repeat 2X + (Mary J. ad lib crooning) [Interlude: Mary J. are captured (souls are captured) Dreams are (dreams are stolen) are broken (hearts are broken) Evil he rewardin surrender (hate surrender) exaulted! (Love exaulted!) ELATED! (HOPE ELATED!) Negativity AND.. [Verse Will Smith] Honest to God, why is the bomb always gettin the word and why, did her have to molest her and why, did all them cops have to be to kill? And why, did all them priests to act so ill? Tell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be my why did Malcolm and Martin depart from us Tell me why did the make that little boy shoot And why, is life always denied for loot? Tell me WHY did MANDELA have to live in a Why did my Sterling 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 fall in the Tell me why did Jam Master Jay to go that way? Please, what am I supposed to say my kids when say [Chorus] - 2X as before Three: Will Smith] Can't explain it baby is just really crazy I mean if world wars or the life of a little baby 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 button Sometimes it be the goodness be tryin to hide or to flee, but it can't, it's deep inside you be the light for others, make 'em believe in God