Julia . . .

(Where's God?)

(Where's God?)

I could've been dead (Where's God)

I could've been just like Manny

With a bullet in his head

I could've been this killer

And living inside the FEDS

With a calendar crossing off all the days beside my bed

Or like his cousin, yea

I could've been a motherfucking

McDonalds employee with a shorty

Not my wife but we got kids

It's a shame cause minimum wage in this age

Ain't enough to even buy they ass a bib

I could've been a college student paying my tuition

But I couldn't even tell you what the fuck my major is

But bust my fucking ass everyday to

Buy a suit and make a resume

Take a interview and lose to a kid with a fucking trade

Yea, I could've been the owner of that business

That hired her from the lust inside my brain

And even though I'm fifty and she's twenty-one

I use my power to fuck her

Grabbing her with the same damn hand that has my ring

I could've been a wife staying up at night

Looking at my watch like where's my man

Man I hope that he's okay

When meanwhile, he's inside a hotel

Getting that hoe tail without a rubber or a shame

But stop that there

Since a little boy I knew that I was someone rare

I don't know how I knew

But I just knew it was something inside of me

Telling me I could be successful outside of society

History classes ain't working I'm ditching these classes

Man these **** need glasses

They don't see it, I'm better than average

I'm telling you coach put me in

And I'm still on the bench

I'm thinking I suck

What's your grades?

A D and a D, a D and a A

That's in art , does that mean I'm great

Am I gon be straight?

And this what they say

There's no jobs for **** that paint

So my whole fucking life I grew up thinking I can't (**** that paint)

And meanwhile

I'm thinking that my life's fucked up

My mom was going through it

She really had tough luck

But she kept it to her herself

I had no idea

To the point that I denied the little things I'd hear

From my family members

Now and then and here and there

Till I saw one day that momma was losing hair

And her losing her weight

Then eventually losing her brain

Till I put two and two together

Confusion was strain

Since my aunty told me the truth

I'll never be the same

When she died is when I heard

My stepfather gave her AIDS

Alright, ay so listen. What color are my pants?

Red!

Alright so describe to me the color red, without using another color or anything associated with the color.

I think the color red is something that provokes emotion out of people.

Na! Im saying how can you visually describe the color red without using another color.

It's impossible, there's no way you can do that.

So look, how do you know that when you see red I don't see blue?

How do you know we see the same color?

It's no way you can tell if we can see the same color no matter what because

I could've grown up my whole life thinking that red was really I see blue because thats what they taught me.

So if we know.. If we cant even say that we see the same thing

If me and you can literally talk about colors but we arent advanced enough as society/humanity…

Or whatever you want to call it to know that we actually see the same colors, how can we say that there is no GOD?