Artist : the ROOTS
Album : How I Got Over
[Intro:]
Dear God, Iâm trying hard to reach you
Dear God, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes, itâs so hard to believe it...
But God, I know you have your reasons
(Uh huh)
[Verse 1:]
They said heâs 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 everybodyâs dirty laundry
Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis
Terrorist, crime sprees, assaults, and robberies
Cops yellinâ stop, freeze
Shoot him before he try to leave
Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breath
Endangered species
And we runninâ out of trees
If I could hold the world in the palm of these
Hands, I would probably do away with these anomalies
Everybody checkinâ 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 topplinâ
Mad marijuana oxycotton and klonopin
Everybody out of it?
[Hook:]
Well Iâve been thinkinâ about
And Iâve been breakinâ it down
Without an answer
I know Iâm thinking out loud
But if youâre lost and around
Why do we suffer?
Why do we suffer?
(Uh huh)
[Verse 2:]
Yeah... Itâs 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, Iâm in the world of entertainment and
Trying to keep a singing man sane for the paying fans
If I donât 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 Iâm 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 livinâ life such a fight to the finish?
For this high percentage
When the skyâs the limit
A second is a minute, every hourâs infinite
[Outro:]
Dear God, Iâm trying hard to reach you
Dear God, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes, itâs so hard to believe it...
Album : How I Got Over
[Intro:]
Dear God, Iâm trying hard to reach you
Dear God, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes, itâs so hard to believe it...
But God, I know you have your reasons
(Uh huh)
[Verse 1:]
They said heâs 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 everybodyâs dirty laundry
Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis
Terrorist, crime sprees, assaults, and robberies
Cops yellinâ stop, freeze
Shoot him before he try to leave
Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breath
Endangered species
And we runninâ out of trees
If I could hold the world in the palm of these
Hands, I would probably do away with these anomalies
Everybody checkinâ 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 topplinâ
Mad marijuana oxycotton and klonopin
Everybody out of it?
[Hook:]
Well Iâve been thinkinâ about
And Iâve been breakinâ it down
Without an answer
I know Iâm thinking out loud
But if youâre lost and around
Why do we suffer?
Why do we suffer?
(Uh huh)
[Verse 2:]
Yeah... Itâs 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, Iâm in the world of entertainment and
Trying to keep a singing man sane for the paying fans
If I donât 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 Iâm 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 livinâ life such a fight to the finish?
For this high percentage
When the skyâs the limit
A second is a minute, every hourâs infinite
[Outro:]
Dear God, Iâm trying hard to reach you
Dear God, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes, itâs so hard to believe it...
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