Black Landlord - Dear God lyrics

Dear God, Little Jenny was a late bloomer little miss consumer Till she heard a little rumor that her mom had two tumors You'd be right to a**ume-uh that she had a sense of humor I heard her telling Ritchie Bruner "My mom got two less BAZOOMBAS" Then she hooked up with a crooner a little bit sooner than she wanted to Took her to the moon all she wanted Who What, where, why these question's cried out There was no reply when she opened her mouth No Doubt she needed to be heard her words What she had learned all she observed When it my turn What will I learn Who will I burn Why must I yearn Dear God help me find a hook I should a found something with all that time it took He winked at me and said, "You ain't even looked." Turned around and finished reading his book Please God help me find a hook I been a good boy Lord I ain't no crook He asked, "Where's the last place I looked?" But when I turned around he'd finished reading that book I think God places onus the blame on our shoulders If it's man who starts the war then it's man who k**s the soldiers Famine is so bogus examine the plan in focus One hand is planning the fake the other straight stroke us Human life is like an Opus my hope is we get the closest Whatever the f**ing joke is hope the punch line don't choke us Disease and famine erode us cause greed is k**ing children Cause God don't be that villain holding back the penicillin A creature of willing and habit more willing to k** to have it Be it by backstabbing, are you fathoming what's happening? Is the world I rapping in the thoughts that I be grappling Made a brother grab a pen and let then know I'm MAdd again Humanity is slacking like a hippie back packing I'm unwrappin' a b**h slappin' like Sammy Davis was tappin' Your conscience is dirt napping cause ego just bust a cap in its a** You can't grasp the moment you pa**ed out you may have just cashed out The second you a**ed out religion removes doubt that we all not alone Dear God help me find a hook I should a found something with all that time it took He winked at me and said, "You ain't even looked." Turned around and finished reading his book Please God help me find a hook I been a good boy lord I ain't no crook He asked, "Where's the last place I looked?" But when I turned around he'd finished reading that book I ain't raw I ain't vicious I am far from malicious But some of yall b**hes be hitting the wrong switches Like a saw or some scissors lyrics cut leaving stitches Like finding some Misters britches in the bedroom of your misses crib Break your a** off that's what I should a did But I'm way to pretty to do a murder bid Don't antagonize disaster you might get what you after You might just be an actor cla**ic over-reacter Your impact not even a little it's a fact it's no riddle That you scared to cross the middle you more tender than vittles When there's no room to wriggle then you weasel and you wiggle out So what's the reason that you opened up your freakin' mouth Dear God help me find a hook I should a found something with all that time it took He winked at me and said, "You ain't even looked" Turned around and finished reading his book Please God help me find a hook I been a good boy lord I ain't no crook He asked, "Where's the last place I looked?" But when I turned around he'd finished reading that book