The Roots - Dear God 2.0 Lyrics

[Hook: Jim James]Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach youDear God, I see your face in all I doSometimes, it's so hard to believe inBut God, I know you have your reasons[Verse 1: Black Thought]Uh-huh, they said he's busy, hold the line pleaseCall me crazy, I thought maybe he could mind readWho does the blind lead? Show me a sign pleaseIf everything is made in China, are we Chinese?And why do haters separate us like we siamese?Technology turning the planet into zombiesEverybody all in everybody's dirty laundryAcid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamisTerrorists, crime sprees, assaults and robberiesCops yelling "Stop freeze," shoot him 'fore he try to leaveAir quality so foul, I gotta try to breatheEndangered species and we running out of treesIf I could hold the world in the palm of these handsI would probably do away with these anomaliesEverybody checking for the new award nomineesWars and atrocities, look at all the povertyIgnoring the prophecies, more beef than broccoliCorporate monopoly, weak world economyStock market toppling, mad marijuanaOxyContin and Klonopin, everybody out of it[Bridge: Jim James]Well I've been thinking aboutAnd I've been breaking it downWithout an answerI know I'm thinking out loudBut if your love's still aroundWhy do we suffer? Why do we suffer?[Verse 2: Black Thought]Uh-huh, yeah, it's still me, one of your biggest fansI get off work, right back to work againI probably need to go ahead and have my head examLook how they got me on the Def Jam payment planWell, I'm in the world of entertainment andTryna keep a singing man sane for the paying fansIf I don't make it through the night, slight change of plansHarp strings, angel wings and praying handsLord, forgive me for my shortcomingsFor going on tour and ignoring the court summonsAll I'm tryna do is live life to the fullestThey sent my daddy to you in a barrage of bulletsWhy is the world ugly when you made it in your image?And why is living life such a fight to the finish?For this high percentage, when the sky's the limitA second is a minute, every hour's infinite[Hook: Jim James]Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach youDear God, I see your face in all I doSometimes, it's so hard to believe in