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 his 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 motherfucking
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 ass a bib
I could've been a college student paying my tuition
But I couldn't even tell you what the fuck my major is (Where's God?)
But bust my fucking ass every day to buy a suit and make a resume
And take a interview and lose to a kid with a fucking 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 fuck her (Where's)
Grabbing her with the same damn 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 niggas 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 niggas that paint"
So my whole fucking life I grew up thinking I can't

Niggas that paint, niggas that paint, niggas that paint (Where's God?)
Niggas that paint, niggas that paint, niggas

And meanwhile, I'm thinking that my life's fucked 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?