Lyrics to Me Why : J. Blige] Whyyyyyy, Whyyyyyy, [Chorus: Will Smith - Mary repeats in background] I really wish I explain it baby It's just the world is crazy baby Ain't no pretty way to it baby Don't cry, dry eyes [Verse One: Smith] September 11th I woke up 7 AM West coast time, french toast and my turkey Takin my awakin, turnin my TV on To my surprise, saw everybody in the world saw Me and my children, were chillin My son said - daddy were there in that building? A cold sweat, frozen with a in my chest I heard his question, bring my lips to say yes to him night at my son's side, he cried And prayed for the ones who in the World Trade His palms to God, seeds of with God He just, kept on pressin me, wanna why one week later our bombs were dropped We seein them, on CNN, just won't stop The infrared, images of brutal He said "Daddy now we 'em back," right right - repeat 2X + (Mary J. Blige ad lib crooning) [Interlude: J. Blige] are captured (souls are captured) Dreams are (dreams are stolen) Hearts are (hearts are broken) Evil plaguin he surrender (hate surrender) exaulted! (Love exaulted!) ELATED! (HOPE ELATED!) Negativity AND.. [Verse Will Smith] Honest to God, why is the bomb always the last word and why, did her have to molest her and why, did all them cops have to be shootin to And why, did all them priests have to act so Tell me why did James Byrd Jr. have to be my why did Malcolm and Martin depart 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 in a cage Why did my Sterling have to die at that age me why did Reginald Denny deserve his fate And why the {*BLEEP*} can't love, to defeat hate? Tell me why is it so hard for all the children to Why did 'Pac and Biggie Smalls have to in the street? Tell me why did Jam Master Jay to go that way? Please, am I supposed to say my kids when they say [Chorus] - 2X as before [Verse Three: Smith] Can't explain it baby life is really crazy I mean if it's world or the life of a little baby We got more stores than they got rice buddha lazy You live four scores and it be drivin you crazy But for me I try to see the side Sometimes it be like the goodness be tryin to or tryin to flee, but it can't, deep inside Sweetie you be the for others, make 'em believe in God