[Intro: Wrekonize]
Huh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, how come
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, how come
Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, how come
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Wrekonize]
How come they tax me just for making some bread?
I used to love being alive, so how come I can't wait 'til I'm dead?
How come the music's all I got in this life?
Passed down through my father even though the music biz did him trife
How come I always feel a hand in my pocket?
And when I check mics they always bounce into vanishing profit
How come radio don't give us no play?
When our music sounds better only we don't have the money to pay
How come the world still listens to Simon?
How come the ones who opens doors for me
Know the least of what's behind 'em?
How come my girl stands close to my side?
Still when I swore that it was sure I'd be alone when I die
Why does high school seem miles away?
And the ones who rush to borrow college money don't seem higher today
How come I haven't let the politics damn me?
And how come the worst Hip Hop songs get charted for a Grammy?

[Hook: Wrekonize & Vinia Mojica] (2X)
How come?
(Gotta live on, gotta fight on, got to tell me, how come)
How come?
I'm forced to live a middle class dream, when the upper class is where we belong