Dear God 2.0

The Roots

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    Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you
    Dear God, I see your face in all I do
    Sometimes, it's so hard to believe it
    But, God, I know you have your reasons
    (Uh, huh)

    They said he's busy hold the line, please
    Call me crazy, I thought maybe he could mind read
    Who does the blind lead?
    Show me a sign please
    If everything is made in China, are we chinese?
    And why do haters separate us like we siamese?
    Technology turning the planet into zombies
    Everybody all in everybody's dirty laundry
    Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis
    Terrorist, crime sprees, assaults, and robberies
    Cops yellin' stop, freeze
    Shoot him before he try to leave
    Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breath
    Endangered species
    And we runnin' out of trees
    If I could hold the world in the palm of these
    Hands, I would probably do away with these anomalies
    Everybody checkin' for the new award nominee
    Wars and atrocities
    Look at all the poverty
    Ignoring the prophecies
    More beef than broccoli
    Corporate monopoly
    Weak world economy
    Stock market topplin'
    Mad marijuana oxycotton and klonopin
    Everybody out of it?

    Well I've been thinkin' about
    And I've been breakin' it down
    Without an answer
    I know I'm thinking out loud
    But if you're lost and around
    Why do we suffer?
    Why do we suffer?
    (Uh huh)

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    Yeah, it's still me, one of your biggest fans
    I get off work
    Right back to work again
    I probably need to go ahead and have my head exam
    Look at how they got me on the def jam payment plan
    Well, I'm in the world of entertainment and
    Trying to keep a singing man sane for the paying fans
    If I don't make it through the night, slight change of plans
    Harp strings, angel wings, and praying hands
    Lord, forgive me for my shortcomings
    For going on tour and ignoring the court summons
    All I'm trying to do is live life to the fullest
    They sent my daddy to you in a barrage of bullets
    Why is the world ugly when you made it in your image?
    And why is livin' life such a fight to the finish?
    For this high percentage
    When the sky's the limit
    A second is a minute, every hour's infinite

    Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you
    Dear God, I see your face in all I do
    Sometimes, it's so hard to believe it

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    Composición: T. Trotter, R. Nichols y J. James

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