Dear God

I just want to make this clear

I am a believer

But Sometimes it gets hard

My name is Dax

Dear God

There’s a lot of questions that I have about the past

And I don’t want hear it from a human you made

So you’re the last person that I’m ever going to ask

Tell me what’s real

Tell me what’s fake

Why is everything on about you a debate?

What’s the point of love?

Every time I’ve showed it I was broken

And it’s forced me just to only want to hate

Why’s there only one you but multiple religions?

Why does ever conversation end in a division?

Why does everybody want to tell us how to live

But they won’t listen to the same damn message that they giving?

Tel me how to feel

Tell me what’s wrong

I tried to call, pick up the phone

I’m on my own

Everybody says you’re coming back

Then man why the hells it taking so long?

Why do I hurt?

Why is there pain?

Why does everything good always have to change?

Why does everybody try to profit off another mans work

Then destroy it just for monetary gain?

Tell me are you black or are you white?

I don’t even really care I just really want to know what’s right

They been saying one thing but I’ve been looking in the book

And it seems like they’ve been lying for my whole damn life

Tell me where I’m going

Is it heaven or hell?

I just hope this message greats you well

I had a dream that I was walking with the devil

I don’t remember how it feels but I swear that I remember the smell

Looked me right into my eyes and told me

Everything I wanted could be mine if I gave up

And decided to sell but I said I’d rather die

Then get mine now I’m here no fear one man with a story to tell

Dear God where were you when I needed it?

When I fucked up and repeated it?

When they set the bar and I exceeded it?

My life is like a book that they’ve judging

By a cover but have took the time to fucking read the shit

I remember telling you my goals and my dreams

But you didn’t even answer so I guess you didn’t believe it

I remember sitting with a gun to my head trying

To ask you for some help but I guess you didn’t believe in it!

I don’t want religion I need that spirituality

I don’t want a church I need people to call a family

I don’t want tell my sins to another sinner just

Because he’s got a robe and he went to some academy

I dont wanna read it in book I wanna hear it from you

Don’t want learn it in a school because they’re hiding the truth

Don’t want to talk about it with another fucking human

And that only reason that I even stepped in the booth

Dear God

How do I take this darkness and turn it into light?

How do believe in concept where I speak to

A man I’ve never seen with my own two eyes?

How do I know that religion wasn’t made

Just the separate the world and create a whole disguise

Just to keep us in these chains while the rich get riche

R and poor pray to you and perpetuate a lie?

How do I know this Eint some big joke?

How can have Faith when there is no Hope?

How the hell does one man have 100 billion dollars

And we still have people on the street dat are broke?

Theres a lot of things I wanna talk about and get off my chest

I can’t sleep cause the devil won’t let me rest

I used to know a fucking pastor in a church

And I can still hear the screams of the kids he would fucking molest

Dear God

Do you hear me?

I’m supposed to fear you but you ain’t said shit

So maybe you who actually fears me?

I don’t know the answer I just want to see it clearly

So many lies there’s a 1000 different theories

All I want to know is who really made religion

Because I know it wasn’t you but don’t nobody believes me

No more lies

No more death

Bring back King

Bring back X please dear God let their souls rest protect

Who’s left and watch their steps

Dear God

I don’t want to have to ask you again all I hope

Is that you know that I’m still a believer so I’ll end this all by saying amen