[Verse 1] Lord please give me peace like a child sleeping Won't somebody understand me cause I'm tired of speaking My baby's gone and now I'm sitting here trying to piece it Up all together trying to heal but inside I'm bleeding sitting trying to find a reason How can a father live? Everyday with never knowing where his daughter is It's heavy rain upon my head like a thunder storm My brotha's warned me you'll suffer if you leave the Lord Now my soul is under war But they're ain't no guns no more, brotha it's spiritual Father just please forgive me believe me I need a miracle Tell me why they don't care no more? This worlds so cold And even when you bear your soul they turn to stone and want to know Why there's guns in cla** and one's who ask "Why daddy's in prison why mommy k**ed herself with drug's in hand?" We've done the math but it's all just division See what we need is Jesus Christ And it's more than Religion Now listen! [Verse 2] Hear the children When they cry out From a feeling that's ripping them deep inside now! It's the reason That they hide out The reason why most of them looking for something the reason they're screaming to find out Where's the love at? Wish it would come back Somebody better take these guns and d** up where the sun's at Tell me right here Willing to fight here Take me away to a place where the people believe in a reason to die here [Verse 3] Striking through the streets at night up alone My Monte Carlo's bumping beat at lights up on the chrome I see reflections of the stars gleaming the universe is telling me that this is God's freedom Why can't we all see'em? Memories of brotha's in penitentiaries who have been oppressed by the system keep getting the best of me! Just set'em free! In my moment of silence can't help reflect upon all the neighborhoods that's home to violence Tell me why you blow your sirens! Never gave a chance to a child who never had nothing put'em in the pen and pray that he stay's up in their for hundreds And you wonder why I come with venom deliberately striking on these fools who took part in sending brotha's in simply for riding I can see it in your eyes you disagree and I can hear it in your lies you wish I was dead in these streets With a 40 in my hand lost smoking a blunt Instead I'm standing with a cross in hand holding it up! What! [Outro] Where's the love at, wish it would come back take the guns and the d** where's the sun at Tell me right here Willing to fight here We will keep beliving even if we have to die here