Why?

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
Fools always ask me shit that I don't wanna answer
Does my mind have cancer, [for the rest I bring?]
Stay true to yourself, stay real, why do I do the things I do?
I'm on banana peels, headin' for danger
The white race bans me 'cause I'm black as they come
This garbage sticks to my mind and makes my body numb
Fills me up with anger, makes me wanna kill
Why does my family have nothing? Why do I [have to steal?]?
I pay the bills in my house with a nine to five
The kids think I'm rich, but that's a bunch of jive
I try to make these tapes to try to clock some loot
And let the youth take my mind state for a [?] or two
And have some fun and put a little chill in their spine
But if I cut off your head, I would be spittin' rhymes
Check the time, 'cause I'm down for the rap beats
But why, why do they have to play me?

[Verse 2: The R.O.C.]
Man, if you don't understand where I'm comin' from
Don't be quick to judge because you'll get done
By the beast inside me that you can't see
But if you see like I saw, you'd be next to me
Feel what I feel, the messages are mixed
One day it's top of the world, and then I'm dissed, I'm pissed
Now work on my skills [to they?] abilities
Hangin' flyers to get me on that easy street
I never ask for hand-outs 'cause I got pride
At times it's [got?] life, at times it's God
So let me be who I am, the R.O.C. comin' to you real
Not feedin' you stories for a rap deal, it's chill
Let me take control of your soul
Lead you on for days through my rap [row?]
Yeah, because I'm down for mines, I got the cracked beats
But why, why do they have to play me?

[Verse 3: The R.O.C.]
The tape's done, where's my friends, the ones I thought that was down
When I was on the mic, all of 'em was around me
Turn my back, got stabbed by my friends and foes
Whatever happened, man, this whole thing's out cold
You was a step up above me, helpin' me [?]
And the next I'm still strugglin' tryin' to get rich
And others should understand how hard the ladder is to climb
Tryin' to [prove so mine, so others just diss, don't mind?]
I won't [ride, don't tell, read it in hell?]
But a word of encouragement is more than just a record sale
I come real [?] leavin' scars
A damn shame that a brother still need a damn bodyguard
My raps are on contact, the R.O.C. is my name
Gang bang from bein' down in the Krazee gang
So understand that I'm down for mine
Kickin' rap rhymes, but it takes time, yeah

[Outro: The R.O.C.]
R.O.C., comin' at you real
I bet y'all know the deal, what's up
Gotta send some shouts out
Let me say what's up to the House of Krazees
Mr. Bones and Hektic, Sons of Midnight
Two Krazy Devils, my man Champtown
My girl Spice D, my man Evol
Yeah, my brother Killjoy and Lockdown
Gotta say what's up to y'all
And I'm outta here, peace
(I'm down for mine, yeah)
(Fools didn't think I was down for mine, yeah)
(But they don't understand my [?], check it)
([?], yeah, kick [?] back one time [for mine?])
(Man, I'm down, I thought you knew)
([?] I'm down for mine [?])
(But it's all good though, yeah)
(I'm outta here, peace)