Hey God
Hey God, I'm just a little man; I got a wife and family
But I almost lost the house; I bought into the dream
We're barely holdin' on, when I'm in way too deep
We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets
She's a workin' single mom; like a Saint She don't complain
She never says a word
But she thinks that she's to blame
Her son just got convicted; he blew some cop away
She did her best to raise him, but the world got in the way
Hey God
Tell me what the hell is going on
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God
There's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be
But hey, hey, hey
Hey God
Do you ever think about me
Born into the ghetto in 1991
Just a happy child playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21
Hey God
Tell me, what the hell is going on
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God
There's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be,
but hey, hey, hey, hey God
Do you ever think about me
I'd get down on my knees
I'm going to try this thing your way
I've seen a dying man too proud to beg spit on his own grave
Was he too gone to save
Did you even know his name
Are you the one to blame
Ha, I got something to say
Hey God
Tell me, what the hell is going on
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God
There's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be
but hey, hey, hey, hey God
Do you ever think about me
Do you ever think about me
Well, hey God, hey God
Think about me
Do you ever think about me
God, hey God, hey God
Think about me
But I almost lost the house; I bought into the dream
We're barely holdin' on, when I'm in way too deep
We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets
She's a workin' single mom; like a Saint She don't complain
She never says a word
But she thinks that she's to blame
Her son just got convicted; he blew some cop away
She did her best to raise him, but the world got in the way
Hey God
Tell me what the hell is going on
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God
There's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be
But hey, hey, hey
Hey God
Do you ever think about me
Born into the ghetto in 1991
Just a happy child playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21
Hey God
Tell me, what the hell is going on
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God
There's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be,
but hey, hey, hey, hey God
Do you ever think about me
I'd get down on my knees
I'm going to try this thing your way
I've seen a dying man too proud to beg spit on his own grave
Was he too gone to save
Did you even know his name
Are you the one to blame
Ha, I got something to say
Hey God
Tell me, what the hell is going on
It seems like all the good shit's gone
It keeps on getting harder hanging on
Hey, hey, hey, hey God
There's nights you know I want to scream
These days you've even harder to believe
I know how busy you must be
but hey, hey, hey, hey God
Do you ever think about me
Do you ever think about me
Well, hey God, hey God
Think about me
Do you ever think about me
God, hey God, hey God
Think about me
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Richard Sambora
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