Deer God - Intellectual

[Open Mike Eagle]

Dear God, I never had a chance to choose

You let the Devil run the avenue

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

Dear God, please help

Dear God, I barely believe in you

If I'm your son, give me more than cups [?] into

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

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

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