Hey, Father, just want to take a second to go in
And ask you a few questions that I cannot comprehend
See, some of the things you do are tough to swallow like painkillers
The fact that bad things happen to good people, it's like you aim with em
Why is it that nothing You do makes sense to us
When our time is up, we're just blown over with a gust
Gently gone with the breeze, but when one of us leaves it's so hard. Tell me why please
Almost everytime we just don't know the time and place
And when a loved one is taken from us, it feels like a slap to the face
Also, how come the ones that are taken first are the followers of you?
In my eyes, it'd make more sense to take all rapists and the thieves, drop em all like leaves
But that's just my opinion, so it really doesn't matter
You've been at this for awhile, and I haven't seen a stain or a tatter
But, while I'm at it, I have another inquiry
Why did you make people so different, some tired all the time, some unlimited energy
Small talk, I know, but it's so curious
Some things are just petty, others are more serious
I mean, Lord, I don't fit in completely in any venue
Eat the flesh, drink the blood, Jeffery dahmes, What's on the menu?
I'm not all white, but I'm not all black
So when you were creating me, I know you didn't just take a break and slack
You made me me, and I'm happy with that
But, yo, one last thing on mind
When you pluck our people from us, why can't we know the time?
I mean at least let us prepare, so it won't be as hellish
I'm being real here, I'm trying not to embellish
No disrespect, but why did you take my friends friend? Or why did you make my great uncle see an early end?
Why did you take figures away that really spoke in people's lives
Was it just because they seek your eyes?
I know there's a reason but help us out a little, I'm on behalf of a couple people that have experienced this in more than one way
Some of y'all reading this saying "is this the same dude that wrote one day?"
And ill simply reply "yes, I wrote one day"
But even the godliest of people have questions to say
So Lord, thank you for your time
Maybe ill never know the answer to these questions, I wouldn't bet a dime
But you let me write this rap before you said it was my time
So thanks for this ability to come to you a bit confused
Maybe you'll answer one, or skip one, like I'm counting by twos
I know every thing is for a reason
But sometimes we never know who you'll take first; but if we blame you all the time for a fallen world, we're living in treason
