Why?
(verse 1)
Ball without a budget, I get paid bi-weekly
Workin 60 hour weeks, I rarely spend my time freely
You might see me, only if you come to my work
I'm goin fuckin berzerk, this number crunchin it hurts
Craft a masterpiece? More like I'm trapped in math's disasterpiece
I'm capped at half the salary, a fact that rather baffles me
From the beginning we held these truths to be self-evident
But what happens when you're screwed as a dude who's too intelligent
I get in the lab with a pen and a pad, to forget the past
I'm driftin back to envision the shit I wish I had
Bank accounts with the blank amounts, wish I could take it out
Not havin written a check wonderin which day it'll bounce
I'm holdin tough, cuz I know that's what a soldier does
I'm dyin inside, but I keep emotions frozen shut
I'm scrapin by, I'm like a shoe without the laces tied
I say I'm fine, but if I trip I may just say goodbye

(Chorus x2)
Why is my life shattered like a backboard?
Why am I always standing on a trap door?
Why do I sense that this is just a bad joke?
Then why is it so real that my accounts are flat broke?

(Verse 2)
My past is present and my future's lookin undefined
My role's reversed like flippin 6's into number 9's
Depressed about my lack of money saved, so I buy some beer
It tries to cheer me up, but it gets me drunk, and I wonder why I'm here
Sure I've got a healthy life, and yes I've got a sexy wife
And yes I know I'm talented, you don't have to tell me twice
I'm in a world of pain, my brain is spinnin like a hurricane
It's not depression or a storm, it starts with a K and ends with an A
Not Katrina or Korea, it's more than likely karma
I have to be creative in order to stretch my money farther
I'd take five but never to break stride
A helluva trained eye lookin for a thousand ways to die
My appearance is a facade, caught bluffin
I've said it loud and proud so maybe I can stop frontin
I could run away but I bet it solves nothin
I wish this were a game so I could hit the pause button

(Chorus x2)

(Verse 3)
Well its, for better or worse, and in sickness and health
It's an intelligent curse when you're wicked as hell
I'm not tough, I've rarely been up in a fuckin fight
But my persona changes when I'm pickin up the mic
Nothin's right, a lot has changed since my solo intro
Forgo my kinfolk, they should learn to hold their lips closed
Stop begging me for money you know I don't owe you
And if you think I do then lawyer up and try to show proof
So nice to peoples' faces, but the nasty rears its ugly head
As soon as backs are turned, it's a moment that I fuckin dread
Two-faced motherfuckers, why do I CARE what my uncle said
Have you ever thought to enjoy life and try to love instead?
Over the years I've bit my lip and kept my trap shut
So I apologize if my words hit you like a Mack truck
Before you ask me why, understand where I am coming from
The answer to your why, is it is YOU that I am running from

(chorus x2)