Spence Mills - Laughing At God lyrics

VERSE 1 Imagine living in a war zone, wit bombs reigning down upon it When you aren't home, your family are though... A place in which the cars blow.. From suicidal bombings k**ing kids wit shrapnel There's something wrong wit this world today and it's awful... And god he'll... just continue looking on still And won't acknowledge, he just leaves us to our problems You'll clasp your hands and call him, you'll ask him to resolve them... But come on let's be honest, All the problems here are man made The planned raids and campaigns for the oil On other soil, that man rapes The starvation throughout the African landscapes The planned hate that's set to separate this damn race While some guy at the top smiles and stuffs on his fat face You're stuck at the bottom wit debts you can't pay So don't blame god this is now the world that man's made It's just a shame we all got caught up in this rat race! VERSE 2 Imagine staring at your sick son he's laying in a hospital bed And all you've got is thoughts in your head About what's possible, no logical thoughts there instead Your filled with anxiety, your feeling lost and you dread Every bit of news coming to you, cross but upset Hoping gods son'll send an angel to watch and protect These are days even atheists pray… Begging for those angels not to take them away But do not lose your faith, Keep your head held high And try to bare a smile on your face all the while Cause a smile brings rea**urance to a small child And gives them hope, plus the strength to carry on and fight Despite all the negatives with in the situation, you gotta stay strong... No matter what it is your facing Your not alone.. Just know that the child feels safe when They've got their mother by their side There's no god could replace them! It's a shame but… VERSE 3 Imagine peace all over the planet It's kinda sad that we have to imagine it, instead of having it happen... Why can't we cease to be hate filled and angered? Instead bombs being released on the streets hitting innocent targets! Bombs dropping from jets as they pa**... Children ripping a part from the blasts Losing limbs in the process imagine living like that The repercussions from grievous dads Wit bombs strapped in their bags on their backs, all for the fact... That these wars generate money They're funded by the taxes that they take from me Instead of feeding somebody that's hungry They'll bomb a country and rob them of wealth All the d**h and destruction has got them going through hell And so they've started turning to god and calling for help But if we all stood together then we could sort it ourselves Its time to renew the way that we live, so the next generation of kids Don't have go through the same sh** that we did... we need to change!!!