| How long, O Lord?
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| How long will you forget me?
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| Forever? |
| Forever?
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| How long will you look the other way?
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| How long must I struggle with anguish in my soul, with sorrow in my heart
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| everyday?
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| How long will my enemy have the upper hand?
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| I don’t know
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| I threw my prayers to the ceiling
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| But I feel like you don’t get them for so long
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| You ain’t been there when I’m slipping
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| You seem indifferent while I sit here alone
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| Why don’t you care how I’m feeling?
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| I’m doubting, 'bout to be dipping 'cause you gone
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| Why should I wait for your healing?
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| You ain’t gon make me the villain in this song
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| Did you hear that?
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| Did I come through clear?
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| Did you hear that?
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| Are my prayers the kinda ones you hear?
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| My mama lied, when she said she you right by my side
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| Lord know I tried, no lie, I’m through here
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| I’m in a bind
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| You might hear people’s cries, you ain’t listening to mine
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| And really I’m fine
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| Cause when I was down, back in '05 and wanted a sign
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| You never replied, guess it just wasn’t the time
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| But hey, I don’t know your ways
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| But it seems lately that you been in a daze
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| Can’t see through the haze
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| My homie lost his son that’s crazy, and I know he prays
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| But I heard your son raised, after like three days
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| Hmm, strange
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| If I was the Lord, wouldn’t be no pain
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| But you must be bored, or I must be insane
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| Ain’t tryna say I’m wiser Lord
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| Just surprised that you ain’t nicer Lord
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| I threw my prayers to the ceiling
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| But I feel like you don’t get them for so long
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| You ain’t been there when I’m slipping
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| You seem indifferent while I sit here alone
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| Why don’t you care how I’m feeling?
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| I’m doubting, 'bout to be dipping 'cause you gone
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| Why should I wait for your healing?
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| You ain’t gon make me the villain in this song
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| And I’m just being real when I say
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| I don’t know if he’s just trying to dodge his promise, I don’t know
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| But I don’t know where else I could go
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| I don’t know if I can tolerate the silence, I don’t know
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| But I’m just being real when I say
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| I don’t know if he’s just trying to dodge his promise, I don’t know
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| But I don’t know where else I could go
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| I don’t know if I can tolerate the silence, I don’t know
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| What about all the times my people cried?
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| Almost lost our minds
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| You could’ve helped us God, for you that don’t cost a dime
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| What about that time another black kid and his buddies
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| A grown man left him dead and bloody
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| But you didn’t help, do you love me?
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| I thought when you love someone it shows
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| You the most high up, but don’t care when I’m low, oh
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| Can’t watch another man killed on video, oh no
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| It don’t feel like you with us, we so low
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| Why you so slow?
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| They say, «We are not to fear, God is love, the Messiah’s near»
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| I say, «I got this designer gear, but I can’t get my Designer’s ear»
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| And if I’m a mere mortal guy
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| And the violence here makes me wanna vomit
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| Then how God is fine is not so clear
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| My eyes are dried, they spilled 'bout a thousand tears
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| The smell of abandonment is in my nostrils clear
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| I don’t see it, maybe I don’t get Him
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| He must be sleep, call me when He’s risen
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| I threw my prayers to the ceiling
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| But I feel like you don’t get them for so long
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| You ain’t been there when I’m slipping
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| You seem indifferent while I sit here alone
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| Why don’t you care how I’m feeling?
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| I’m doubting, 'bout to be dipping 'cause you gone
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| Why should I wait for your healing?
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| You ain’t gon make me the villain in this song
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| And I’m just being real when I say
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| I don’t know if he’s just trying to dodge his promise, I don’t know
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| But I don’t know where else I could go
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| I don’t know if I can tolerate the silence, I don’t know
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| But I’m just being real when I say
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| I don’t know if he’s just trying to dodge his promise, I don’t know
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| But I don’t know where else I could go
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| I don’t know if I can tolerate the silence, I don’t know
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| Turn and answer me, O Lord, my God!
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| Return the sparkle to my eye, or I will die
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| Don’t let my enemies gloat, saying, «We have defeated him!»
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| Don’t let them rejoice in my downfall
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| But I trust in your unfailing love
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| I will rejoice because you have rescued me
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| I will sing to the Lord, because He is good to me |