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