Lord, is that really you
Please don’t mind that I ask
Was taught that you were a White God
White beard, moustache
I died, I went to Heaven
Glad I finally made it
I got my flowers
i won’t forget it
I see perly gates
I see streets of gold
I hear violins
Can’t you hear that harpsichor
DJ Ron Nelson
Stick a pin
The situation you’re in
You can’t win
Excuse the interruption
Sit down and debate
If you want me to have faith
How much time left, what’s the date?
I believe in thy Lord
In love, not in hate
Got questions, need answers
Things test my fate
I fail to understand
Your principles, and ethics
Why we murder, why you let it
I’m asking, will you end it?
If the real Holy Spirit
Is a kind, kingly character
Then why you give me life
Then take it back right after
When I made man
I had a special plan
People on your planet
They didn’t understand
They need a helping hand
Faces in the sand
I am the I am
I pity mortal man
War, a tragedy
Manslaughter, and blasphemy
Causality, calamity
All I see, apathy
My stern warning
can’t stop global warming,
the war, suicide
the genocide, then you die
You didn’t make man perfect
Things I say I hurt
I’ll make it up
With that big concert
Cause down there on earth
I tried and almost lost my shirt
A concert of the heavens
A concert of the stars
You can have the door
I can have the bar
You’ve got guardian angels
They work security
We use social media
A billion trillion people follow we
Live artists dead artists
I arrange all that..wait
Just this one time
Then they have to go back
I like your ideas
I think they can work
Get rid of that smile
I can see that smirk
Only time will tell
If you promote well
Could be the stairway to heaven
Or the highway to hell
I’m fighting with the devil
Your God is such a rebel
Tell me more about the party
Gonna bring wifey and shorty
We can have Bob Marley
Peter Tosh, Dennis Brown
Whitney Houston, John Lennon
Jim Morrison, James brown
And Freddie, Marvin Gaye
Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin
How many dead artists
Allowed to bring back in
Can we come from Hip-hop
Pop, and even from rock
Bring back Biggie Smalls
Bring back Tupac
Let’s have your birthday party
it could be a black and white
But we won’t let ‘em in
If their pants too tight
Yeah just play the music loud
Play it all through the night?
Wait, that was homophobic
That’s not right
Learn to love one another
Forget the fuss and fight
If they different or they straight
Don’t discriminate
And these questions you ask
Questions that you ponder
Things that make you wonder
All the pressure man’s under
You need a better answer
How come I haven’t cured cancer?
Every life has to end
You die, don’t know when
Things I’ve said in my songs
Please, don’t feel a way
I heard that the lord
Works in mysterious ways
Make us stronger, make us brighter
Only you can make us wiser
God made man, so
What’s the plan
Nuclear destruction?
No we need reconstruction
We’re prime real estate
Can we love and not hate
But I cant wait too late
40 years I was great
I believe in thy lord
Please restoreth my faith