I won't ask why God gave us life
Enjoy it, celebrate and be glad
One day God will call us home
And life will be over.

Don't

Don't ask me if I'm from the ghetto,
Or if I'm from the hood.

The hood and the ghetto is the same thing,
and as An African

I can see it in their eyes,
as they approach me in that way.
Looking to find the right words,
for a comforting thing to say.

"Please

Don't ask me why,
I will not say,
Don't look at me that way,
Or I'll turn the other way.
You speak I listen,
You lead I follow,
But

Don't ask why things bother me
that I never noticed much before

Too loud music, too short skirts
People on cell-phones at the