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If after all those years he's called you his treasure

then how come he uses you for a punching bag for pleasure

how come when it all goes unreported and undisorted

he takes away your life as if you've been aborted

how come there's no food in the fridge for the kids to eat

when daddy's unemployed and hustlin the streets

where days of tomorrow ain't always promised

and you're asking how come stress hits you the hardest

how come brothas can't find jobs with little education

just erase all the statistics and improve the situation

and she's askin how come she can't find a good man

maybe the ones you shut out were good ones and they had other plans

his intentions for the future for y'all were far from bad

and now you're reflecting on your life without a dad

how come guys don't respect us by calling us bitches

and when he gets to a higher status, he burns his britches

like he needs a trophy white chick to strengthen his gains

and all we're good for is to complain and promote pain

How come these same brothas don't respect themselves

wanting to bag every chick as a notch under his belt

until the one day he meets someone who'll steal his heart

then crumble and crush it asking how come I was marked

How come fad diets don't seem to work for me

when I love to eat the foods I want uncontrollably

the power to live and to diet takes sacrifice

by advancing the right way without looking twice



How come these questions don't always have solutions

because these chages are within ourselves, so let's make a contribtuion