Deer God

Lyrics

[Open Mike Eagle] Dear God, I never had a chance to choose You let the Devil run the avenue [Open Mike Eagle] Did Jehovah before I write all of these words again Please tell me what language you would prefer them in Heard that I could win your favor in a tournament But I came before the Mormon Church advertisements I have abysmal evenings, no time for [?] reading Pistols linking continental cops official, whistles shrinking 'Til you give mе your reason Excuse me for disbеlievin' Show up this Christmas season Oh, that's just wishful thinking [Busdriver] Dear God, please help Dear God, I barely believe in you If I'm your son, give me more than cups [?] into [Busdriver] Yeah, yeah What's the soul worth? Less than Iraqi blood and [?] piece A missionary pressing his Khaki-mustard dungarees Pockets full of broken anti-trusted number threes All of the auditioning gods plead while I cut the cheese Holy men with sweet talk charging you read thoughts That shit's wrong, I choose to be embalmed in a sneaker box Wearing whatever [?] while black-faced Klansman stay in charge of news flash spin [?] for you black men, courtesy of false Gods A security blanket full of small pox and all odds to be against So let's [?] up somethin', check it out [Open Mike Eagle] I've been thinkin' about my life [?] of the equation And I've beginnin' to doubt [?] [?] Dear God, hope you get the letter And I pray that you can make it better down here I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer But all of the people that you made in your image See them starving on their feet 'cause they don't get enough to eat... from God [Busdriver] If there you don't think there is a God to believe in [?] If you don't think there's a God to believe in [?] If you don't think there's a God to believe in [?]