[Hook: Vanilla Ice]|Tell my why we all live and die|Why some people try suicide|Why do children have to fight for their lives|Tell me why|Tell me why|Why do priests molest a child|Why does war have to be so wild|Why do all politicians lie|Tell me why tell me why||[Verse 1: Vanilla Ice]|Well it's a mad mad world that we're living in today|Hypnotize people remember Heaven's Gate|Marshal Applewhite with the mass suicide|Thinking the Hale-Bopp will take them to the afterlife |Well that's fucked up just like 9-11|Mohammed Atta didn't even have a gun|Seventy-two virgin wives going through his brain|Killed 5,000 Americans, healed the pain|Brainwashed by Osama Bin Laden|Terrorized the world, shit will never be forgotten|Like Jack the ripper back in day|Killing innocent people sending them straight to their graves|How about Jeffery Dahmer and Ted Bundy too|Three serial killers out there, to name a few|What the fuck is our future really going to be|Will we see world peace or will we see catastrophe|[Hook: Vanilla Ice]||[Verse 2: Gemini]|I don't know but sometime I feel I don't know|Exactly how this world's goin to go|I'm Watching my TV screen|And I can't believe what I'm seeing half the time|Politicians lying with their big fake smiles in|Children dying leaving momma's crying|And molestations involving clergymen|What the fuck is happenin|I'm kinda glad that I'm not a father|I'm a kill a mother fucker if they touch my son or my daughter|If I have a seed they supposed to bury me|Not me bury them but that's not how it always how it is Uh-uh|I think twice now about having a child|And bringing 'em into a world that's chaotically wild|Oh I ask why it got be this way but no one answers|And I ain't got none so the problems remain|So I say||[Hook: Vanilla Ice]||[Verse 3: Zeno)|Death becomes us|We came from dust|I can't let the ways of the world come and run us|Like drugs and women|What's the reason for sinning|I was promised eternal life from the beginning|But look at Bush and his brother|Look at Clinton and lover|Kids on the street living foul without they mother|He wasn't gay|He went to pray|He got touched by the priest|John Lennon said that's when he was yelling for peace|Halloween life full of tricks and treats|I put the world on my shoulders|Now they beggin' for peace|It can all be gone in a New York second|Perfect example|September 11th|It's a church cover-up|They hold me in water|Learn to respect a women when I had my daughter|They're your idol|Your highest title|Like Kurt Cobain|Kids mix the black tar with the cocaine|Drinking liquor to ease the pain|Like blood stains on the shirt|Shit I hope I remain|Tell my why

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Writer(s): HOWARD BIGGS, JOHN CUMBO