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I just want to make this clearI am a believerBut sometimes it gets hardMy name is DaxDear GodDear GodThere's a lot of questions that I have about the pastAnd I don't want hear it from a human you madeSo you're the last Person that I'm ever gonna askTell me what's real, tell me what's fakeWhy is everything about you a debate?What's the point of love?Every time I've showed it I was brokenAnd it's forced me just to only wanna hateWhy's there only one you but multiple religions?Why does every conversation end in a division?Why does everybody want to tell us how to live but theyWon't listen to the same damn message that they giving?Tell me how to feel, tell me what's wrongI tried to call, pick up the phoneI'm on my ownEverybody says you're coming backThen man why the hell's it taking so long?Why do I hurt? Why is there pain?Why does everything good always have to change?Why does everybody try to profit off another man'sWork then destroy it just for monetary gain?Tell me are you black or are you white?I don't even really care I just really want to know what's rightThey been saying one thing but I've been looking in the bookAnd it seems like they've been lying for my whole damn lifeTell me where I'm going, is it heaven or hell?I just hope this message greats you wellI had a dream that I was walking with the devilDon't remember how it feels but I swear that I remember the smellLooked me right into my eyes and told me everythingI wanted could be mine if I gave up and decided to sellBut I said I'd rather die then get mine nowI'm here no fear one man with a story to tellDear GodWhere were you when I needed it?When I fucked up and repeated it?When they set the bar and I exceeded it?My life is like a book that they've been judging by aCover but have never took the time to fucking read the shitI remember telling you my goals and my dreams but youDidn't even answer so I guess you didn't believe in itI remember sitting with a gun to my head trying to askYou for some help but I guess you didn't believe in it!I don't want religion I need that spiritualityI don't want a church I need people to call a familyI don't wanna tell my sins to another sinner justBecause he's got a robe and he went to some academyI don't wanna read it in a book, I wanna hear it from youDon't wanna learn it in a school because they're hiding the truthDon't wanna talk about it to another fucking human beingAnd that's only reason that I even stepped in this boothDear GodHow do I take this darkness and turn it into light?How do believe in a concept where I speakTo a man I've never seen with my own two eyes?How do I know that religion wasn't made just to separate the worldAnd create a whole disguise just to keep us in these chains whileThe rich get richer and the poor pray to you and perpetuate a lie?How do I know this ain't some big joke?How can I have faith when there is no hope?How the hell does one man have 100 billion dollarsAnd we still have people on the street that are broke?There's a lot of things I wanna talk about and get off my chestI can't sleep 'cause the devil won't let me restI used to know a fucking pastor in a church and I canStill hear the screams of the kids he would fucking molestDear GodDo you hear me?I'm supposed to fear you but you ain't saidShit so maybe it's you who actually fears me?I don't know the answer I just want to see it clearlySo many lies there's a 1000 different theoriesAll I want to know is who really made religionBecause I know it wasn't you but don't nobody believes meNo more lies, no more deathBring back King, bring back XPlease dear God let their souls restProtect who's left and watch their stepsDear GodI don't want to have to ask you againI just hope that you know that I'm still a believer so I'll end this allBy saying AmenIt's Dax