Please don't let your phone die on me
I try not to call on you too much
But every single time that I do
I get the answering machine
Why you so far away, Heavenly Father?
Don't you see the struggle, Heavenly Father?
Don't you care, Heavenly Father?
My nigga is selling cocaine for food
Long done gave up his faith
Cause if you were really there
He wouldn't be running the corner
Streetlights shining bright
His future burnt out
Faded, floating away
High in the clouds
Don't you smell the smoke?
You probably up there getting high yourself
Blowing O's, listening to the phone