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