Why Do the Righteous Suffer - Dee-1

Why do the righteous have to suffer so much?

This crooked world ain’t tryna' see me blow up

One more time

Why do the righteous have to suffer so much?

This crooked world ain’t tryna' see me blow up

I gave Britney my heart

She cheated on me soon as we got to college

With a football player, 4th string bench rider, man

Now, I’m working around campus looking like a fool

Three years together, now in you in some random dude

I had basketball scholarships to different schools

I passed on em', so that I could go to school with you

I tried to walk on the team back in LSU

That ain’t work, I got cut, and I was through with ball

Ryan got murdered for nothing, can’t be replaced

My dawg ever since he was scooping grounders at third base

Went to church every Sunday with him

First communion catechism

Wish them bullets would’ve missed him, man I miss him

Sometimes, you die over pain, it still hurts

Sometimes, I cry just thing ain’t work

I can’t deny, sometimes I feel cursed

Trying to make it work before I’m in the dirt

Sometimes, I wish that life could be reversed

One take, one shot, no time to be rehearsed

Grandma keep saying that I should go back to church

Trying to keep God first, but every night I’m hurt

Why do the righteous have to suffer so much?

This crooked world ain’t tryna' see me blow up

Hurricane Katrina wiped my whole city away

Washed it away, left my Grandpa in depression

He ain’t smiled til' this day

He took it too personal, took it too hard

Lost his house, but worst, almost lost his faith in God

God, God, it’s little David, I know you know me

Jesus, where you at bro?

Throw me a blessing homie

Looking round' me, ain’t too many friends left

Started trying to live right, and all my friends left

In college, feeling like a one man army

Friday night in my dorm room, feeling lonely

Then, I started trying to rap

Ain’t have no direction, gps, or road map

Just running round' in circles partna, wasting my time

Finding out slowly, but surely, I’m losing my mind

Man

Sometimes, you die over pain, it still hurts

Sometimes, I cry just thing ain’t work

I can’t deny, sometimes I feel cursed

Trying to make it work before I’m in the dirt

Sometimes, I wish that life could be reversed

One take, one shot, no time to be rehearsed

Grandma keep saying that I should go back to church

Trying to keep God first, but every night I’m hurt

Sometimes, you die over pain, it still hurts

Sometimes, I cry just thing ain’t work

I can’t deny, sometimes I feel cursed

Trying to make it work before I’m in the dirt

Sometimes, I wish that life could be reversed

One take, one shot, no time to be rehearsed

Grandma keep saying that I should go back to church

Trying to keep God first, but every night I’m hurt