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