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