[Verse 1]

Lord please give me peace like a child sleeping

Won't somebody understand me cause I'm tired of speaking

My baby's gone and now I'm sitting here trying to piece it

Up all together trying to heal but inside I'm bleeding sitting trying to find a reason

How can a father live?

Everyday with never knowing where his daughter is

It's heavy rain upon my head like a thunder storm

My brotha's warned me you'll suffer if you leave the Lord

Now my soul is under war

But they're ain't no guns no more, brotha it's spiritual

Father just please forgive me believe me I need a miracle

Tell me why they don't care no more? This worlds so cold

And even when you bear your soul they turn to stone and want to know

Why there's guns in class and one's who ask

"Why daddy's in prison why mommy killed herself with drug's in hand?"

We've done the math but it's all just division

See what we need is Jesus Christ

And it's more than Religion

Now listen!

[Verse 2]

Hear the children

When they cry out

From a feeling that's ripping them deep inside now!

It's the reason

That they hide out

The reason why most of them looking for something the reason they're screaming to find out

Where's the love at?

Wish it would come back

Somebody better take these guns and drugs up where the sun's at

Tell me right here

Willing to fight here

Take me away to a place where the people believe in a reason to die here

[Verse 3]

Striking through the streets at night up alone

My Monte Carlo's bumping beat at lights up on the chrome

I see reflections of the stars gleaming the universe is telling me that this is God's freedom

Why can't we all see'em?

Memories of brotha's in penitentiaries who have been oppressed by the system keep getting the best of me!

Just set'em free! In my moment of silence can't help reflect upon all the neighborhoods that's home to violence

Tell me why you blow your sirens!

Never gave a chance to a child who never had nothing put'em in the pen and pray that he stay's up in their for hundreds

And you wonder why I come with venom deliberately striking on these fools who took part in sending brotha's in simply for riding

I can see it in your eyes you disagree and I can hear it in your lies you wish I was dead in these streets

With a 40 in my hand lost smoking a blunt

Instead I'm standing with a cross in hand holding it up! What!

[Outro]

Where's the love at, wish it would come back take the guns and the drugs where's the sun at

Tell me right here

Willing to fight here

We will keep beliving even if we have to die here