WHY ME?

LET ME START BY SAYING THAT
YOU BETTA COME CORRECT COZ DIS BREEZY DONT PLAY
BETTA CKECK YA TONE DONT USE MAH NAME IN VAIN
I MAKE IT RAIN ON ALL U FAKE A.. B....
SNITCHES GET STICHES
SO KEEP YA MOTH SHUT
IF U DONT WANT SPRAYED IN YA GUT
I COME HARD
I RIP U TOO SHREDS
CHICKS LIKE U GET PUT IN THEIR PLACES
THEIR LIKE DOGS
CEPT DEY DONT GET FED
STEAD DEY WORK THEM CORNAS
AND GIVE DAT HEAD
AND HARD CORE BREEZIES LIKE ME MAKE THAT BREAD
AND GET THAT SAUCE
ON MAH BLOCK IM THE MUTHA F....N BOSS
I HUSTLE I FLOW
I WATCHED MY HOMIES COME AND GO
BUT I GOTTA BE STRONG I CANT LET DESE FEELINGS SHOW IVE BEEN THRU HELL
MAH STORIES TOO GRAPHIC SO I WONT TELL
BUT I MIGHT AS WELL
I LOST MAH JOY MY HAPPINESS && MY SOUL
I GOT CRAZY && LOST ALL CONTROL.
MY BABY BOYS GONE FOR LIFE
AND THAT PAIN STRUCK ME LIKE THICK TENSION CUT BY A KNIFE
DIS IS HARD TO BELIEVE
3 DAYS AGO IT WAS HIS BIG BROWN EYES I COULD SEE
I HELD HIM IN MY ARMS
NOT ONCE DID HE CRY
THERE TOGETHER WE WERE CHILLING MY TIME WAS LIMITIN AND MAN IT WAS KILLIN 4 HRS LEFT TIL I HAD TO SPEND THE NEXT WEEK BY MYSELF
I FELL ASLEEP
DREAMING OF THE NIGHTS WHEN I DIDNT HAVE TO WEEP
I MUST OF TURNED MY HEAD
I FELT SOMETHING COLD AGAINST MY CHEEK
I OPENED MY EYES TO SEE WHAT THE HELL WAS UP
WHEN I LOOKED DOWN
MY BABY WAS DEAD NO SIGN OF BREATHING NO SIGN OF SIGHT MY BABY BOY IS GONE MAN DIS IS F...ED UP
DO I ASK GOD
WHY ME?