Hey god, I'm just a little man got a wife and family But I almost lost the house Yeah, I bought into the dream We're barely holdin' on, when I'm in way to deep We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets
She's a workin' single mom, like a saint she doesn't complain She never says a word, but she thinks that she's to blame Her son just got convicted, he blew some punk away She did her best to raise him, but the world got in the way
Hey God - tell me what the hell is going on Seems like all the good shits gone It keeps on getting harder hanging on Hey god, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you've even harder to believe I know how busy you must be, but hey god... Do you ever think about me
Born into the ghetto in 1991, just a happy child Playing beneath the summer sun A vacant lots' his playground, by 12 he's got a gun The odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21
Hey God - tell me what the hell is going on Seems like all the good shits gone It keeps on getting harder hangin' on Hey god, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you've even harder to believe I know how busy you must be, but hey god...
I'd get down on my knees I'm going to try this thing you way Seen a dying man too proud to beg spit on his own grave Was he too gone to save? Did you even know his name? Are you the one to blame, I got something to say
Hey God - tell me what the hell is going on Seems like all the good shits gone It keeps on getting harder hangin' on Hey god, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you've even harder to believe I know how busy you must be, but hey god... Do you ever think about me
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