Julia . . .

Where's God?

Where’s God?

I could've been dead (Where's God?)

I could've been just like Manny with a?bullet?in his head

I?could've been this killer and living?inside the feds

With a calendar crossing off all the days beside my bed

Or like his cousin, yeah, I could've been a mo*****king

McDonald's employee with a shorty, not my wife but we got kids

It's a shame (Where's God?) 'cause minimum wage in this age

Ain't enough to even buy they a** a bib

I could’ve been a college student paying my tuition

But I couldn’t even tell you what the **** my major is (Where's God?)

But bust my f***ing a** every day to buy a suit and make a resume

And take a interview and lose to a kid with a f***ing trade

Yeah, I could`ve been the owner of that business (Where's God?)

That hired her from the lust inside my brain (Where's God?)

And even though I'm 50 and she’s 21, I use my power to **** her (Where's—)

Grabbing her with the same **** hand that has my ring (Where's God?)

I could've been a wife staying up at night

Looking at my watch like, "Where's my man? Man, I hope that he's okay" (Where's God?)

When meanwhile, he's inside a hotel getting that ho tail

Without a rubber or a shame (Where's God?), but stop that there

Since a little boy, I knew that I was someone rare

I don't know how I knew but I knew it was something inside of me

Telling me I could be successful outside of society

History classes ain't working, I'm ditching these classes

Man these *****s need glasses, they don't see it

I'm better than average, I'm telling you, coach, put me in

And I'm still on the bench, I'm thinking I suck

What's your grades? A D and a D, a D and a A, that's in art

Does that mean I'm great? Am I gon' be straight?

And this what they say, "There's no jobs for ****** that paint"

So my whole ******* life I grew up thinking I can't

Nig*as that paint, nig*as that paint, nig*as that paint (Where's God?)

Nig*as that paint, nig*as that paint, nig*as

And meanwhile, I'm thinking that my life's ****** up

But my mom was going through it, she really had tough luck (Where's God?)

But she kept it to her herself, I had no idea (Where's God?)

To the point that I denied the little things I'd hear

From my family members, now and then and here and there

'Til I saw one day that mama was losing hair (Where's God?)

And her losing her weight, then eventually losing her brain

'Til I put two and two together, confusion was strain

Since my auntie told me the truth, I'll never be the same

When she died is when I heard my stepfather gave her AIDS

Where's God? Where's God? Where's God? Where's God?

Where's God? Where's God? Where's God? Where's God?

Where's God? Where's God? Where's God? Where's God?

Where's God? Where's God? Where's God? Where's God?

Where's God? Where's God? Where's God? Where's God?

Alright, ay, so listen, what color are my pants?

Red!

Alright so, describe to me the color red

Without using another color, or anything associated with the color

I think the color red is something that provokes emotion out of people

Nah, I'm saying how can you visually

Visually describe it?

Describe the color red without using another color

It's impossible, there's no way you can do that

No

So look, how do you know that when you see red, right?

I don't see blue? How do you know we see the same color?

There's no way to tell

There's no way you can tell, like

If, if we can see the same color no matter what because

I could've grown up my whole life thinking that red was really

I see blue but I thought it was red 'cause that's what they taught me

Right

And there's no way to describe it to you

So to know if we see the same thing, so

If we know— if we can't even say that we see the same thing, right?

If me and you can like literally talk about colors

And we're not advanced enough, um, like

Society, humanity, whatever you wanna call it, or technology

To say that, to know if we actually even see the same colors

Then how, can we say there is no God?