Hey God, I' m just
A little man got a wife and family.
But I almost lost my house, Yeah I bought into the dreams.
We're barely holdin 'on, when I'm in way too deep.
We're two paychecks away from living out on the street.
She's a working 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 blow some punk away.
She did her best to raise him, but the world got in the way.
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Hey God - Tell me what the hell is going on,
Seems like all the good shits gone.
It keeps on getting harder hanging on.
Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream.
These days you're even harder to belive.
I know how busy you must be, but Hey God ...
Do you ever think about me.
Born into the ghetto in 1991, just a happy child,
Playing beneath the sommer sun.
A vacant lots 'his playground, by 12 he's got a gun.
The odds are bet against hi, junior don't make 21.
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SOLO
I'd get down on my knees, I'm going to try this thing your way
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, I got something to say.
Hey God - Tell me what the hell is going on,
Seems like all the good shits gone.
It keeps on getting harder hanging on.
Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream.
These days you're even harder to belive.
I know how busy you must be, but Hey God ...
Do you ever think about me.
Writer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Richard Sambora
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