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Dear God 2.0 – The Roots

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“And why do haters separate us like we Siamese.” This goes out to all the folks who drop by here with all the answers and who like to threaten “the shaking” every time someone raises some serious theological questions in light of the real world.

Dear God 2.0The Roots feat. Monsters of Folk. Directed by Jason Goldwatch.

Dear God, I’m trying hard to reach you

Dear God, I see your face in all I do

Sometimes, it’s so hard to believe it…

But God, I know you have your reasons

[Verse 1]

They said he’s busy hold the line please

Call me crazy, I thought maybe he could mind read

Who does the blind lead?

Give 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 everybody’s dirty laundry

Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis

Terrorist, crime sprees, assaults, and robberies

Cops yellin’ stop, freeze

Shoot him before he try to leave

Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breathe

Endangered species

And we runnin’ out of trees

If I could hold the world in the palm of these

Hands, I would probably do away with these anomalies

Everybody checkin’ 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 topplin’

Mad marijuana oxycotton and klonopin

Everybody out of it?


Well I’ve been thinkin’ about

And I’ve been breakin’ it down

Without an answer

I know I’m thinking out loud

But if you’re lost and around

Why do we suffer?

Why do we suffer?

(Uh huh)

[Verse 2]

Yeah… It’s 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, I’m in the world of entertainment and

Trying to keep a singing man sane for the paying fans

If I don’t 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 I’m 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 livin’ life such a fight to the finish?

For this high percentage

When the sky’s the limit

A second is a minute, every hour’s infinite


Dear God, I’m trying hard to reach you

Dear God, I see your face in all I do

Sometimes, it’s so hard to believe it. . .

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