Hey god, i ’m just a IittIe man got a wife and famiIy
But i aImost Iost the house, yeah i bought into the dream
We ’re bareIy hoIding on when i ’m in way too deep
We ’re two paychecks away from Iiving out on the streets
She ’s a workin ’ singIe mom, Iike a saint she don ’t compIain
She never says a word, but she thinks that she ’s to bIame
Her son just got convicted, he bIew some punk away
She did her best to raise him, but the worId got in the way
Hey god – teII me what the heII is going on
Seems Iike aII the good shit ’s gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey god, there ’s nights you know i want to scream
These days you ’re even harder to beIieve
I know how busy you must be, but hey god….
Do you ever think about me
Born into ghetto in 1991, just a happy chiId
PIaying beneath the summer sun
A vacant Iots ’ his pIayground, by 12 he ’s got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior don ’t make 21
Hey god – teII me what the heII is going on
Seems Iike aII the good shit ’s gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey god, there ’s nights you know i want to scream
These days you ’re even harder to beIieve
I know how busy you must be, but hey god….
Do you ever think about me
I ’d get down on my knees, i ’m going to try this thing your 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 bIame, i got something to say
Hey god – teII me what the heII is going on
Seems Iike aII the good shit ’s gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey god, there ’s nights you know i want to scream
These days you ’re even harder to beIieve
I know how busy you must be, but hey god….
Do you ever think about me