Born into the ghetto in 1991, just a happy childPlaying beneath the summer sunA vacant lots' his playground, by 12 he's got a gunThe odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21Hey God - Tell me what the hell is going onSeems like all the good shits goneIt keeps on getting harder hangin' onHey God, there's nights you know I want to screamThese days you've even harder to believeI know how busy you must be, but Hey God......Do you ever think about me???
Hey God...!
Born into the ghetto in 1991, just a happy childPlaying beneath the summer sunA vacant lots' his playground, by 12 he's got a gunThe odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21Hey God - Tell me what the hell is going onSeems like all the good shits goneIt keeps on getting harder hangin' onHey God, there's nights you know I want to screamThese days you've even harder to believeI know how busy you must be, but Hey God......Do you ever think about me???