"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 2.0" The 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
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)
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. . .
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at http://spectrummagazine.org/node/2510