Dear God, you know I got it hard.
Can’t give my kids the things they need.
Been denied ten jobs just this week.
I know you don’t want hungry children.
So I’ll take this loaded gun,
kiss goodnight my son,
and go get some food for my family.
And I know that you will understand.
Dear God, you know I got it hard.
That old man won’t let me be.
Each night he takes myself from me.
I know you don’t want abused children.
So I’ll take this brick from the wall,
and tomorrow after his third drunken fall
I’ll bash his brains into the floor.
And I know that you will understand.
Dear God, you know I got it hard.
I get picked on and pissed on every other day
while the administrators look the other way.
I know you don’t want degraded children.
So I’ll go see the guy who sells respect,
and the next time I see that wild pack
I’ll raze them down with my Uzi.
And I know that you will understand.
Dear God, you know I got it hard.
This land here is all my family’s got,
but the state’s auctioning it at the block.
I know you don’t want homeless children.
So I’ll take these matches and gasoline,
and, after all the paperwork’s complete,
their building will burn down.
And I know that you will understand.
