Letter To The Lord

Once again, my friend, I'm on
Stumbling in the dark 'cause I can't see no sun
I can just see poverty, bureaucracy
Racism, capitalism
Only starvation, cold segregation
Makes a man like me think about our situation
So I kick the rhythm, plug my mic in
Say one, two, check, then I'm ready to begin
Ready to proceed, ah yes, indeed
I grow my own knowledge, so I give you a seed
Being human being reflects, I guess
The man above all who created the flesh
So I gotta ask 'cause I wanna know
Is there any light coming up when we go?
Are there other worlds, maybe less scary?
I wanna see you, Lord, so I hope that you can hear me

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Now, Lord, please hear me, I take the time to listen
I see there's something wrong on this planet we've been given
After we've been born, we all learn to crawl
Yeah, but after that we either stand or we fall
Fall into a trap, shouldn't mind the gap
'Cause when the dice is tossed, yo, it's hard turning back
It's the path laid and what will be will be
Or are we just outcomes of society?
The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth
I wish sometimes I knew, but then I can't find the proof
Now we are all equal, correct me if I'm wrong
But can you tell me why some singing this sad song?
If hate makes hate, then what made hate?
But most important, yo, why can't we end it?
Now things are getting hectic, please tell me what to do
And if there is a God, this letter is for you

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Oh Lord, look down and tell me what you see
I see devilish work and I'm sure that you agree
Construction and destruction, some kind of malfunction
Seems like man misuse the knowledge that you gave him
Research and money of a great amount
Spend on warfare for massive body count
Think about it, Lord, makes me unsure
Men invent guns to prevent another world war
We're reaching for the stars, sometimes I think we've passed them
And if we go too far, then what? Armageddon?
Well, he who lives will see
I leave it as a question, so please take over, G
Obey your Ten Commandments, no one seems to bother
Thou shalt not kill, but still we kill, Father
But in this world of ours, things ain't that simple
I know that, so don't call me naive
These were just the things that I thought about
I wrote them in a letter, just a simple letter
Just a plain letter, just a little letter
Who wishes that you help us change this world into a better

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