Why do we get mad at God?
Blaming Him for circumstances we created
For a relationship gone wrong
Because we chose a partner we should have never even dated
Because we can’t make ends meet
Living paycheck to paycheck and always broke
Forgetting the money we wasted, stole, or gambled away
Never had a budget, and now poor life ain’t no joke
Mad because we got addicted to drugs
Or because we drove drunk and crashed the car
Or having our third kid by a third baby daddy
Or because we wanted revenge and went too far
Showed up late to work constantly
No real excuse, just plain lazy and didn’t care
Then want to blame it on the boss being racist
The day we finally get fired, claiming life isn’t fair
Wondering why we can’t keep friends
And why people avoid us by choice
Forgetting all the lying, backstabbing
Pain, tears and hurt we caused with our own voice
Our kids don’t listen, obey or respect us at all
Scratching our head, wondering why
Forgetting we paid them little to no attention
Barely involved in their lives, didn’t even notice them cry
One hour, one day, one week?
A month, a year, please not a decade!
“Pray and don’t worry, leave it in his hands”
Was the declaration I had made
Whether praying for marriage, a job
A house, a new car, or going back to school
I didn’t realize the process involved
And I was trying hard to stay cool
My best friend is moving out of the hood
Uncle Joe got a bonus and a raise
My neighbor got a full scholarship
All their prayers answered in a matter of days!
My ex got a new higher paying job
My aunt came through cancer free
Even my enemy got blessed with a new car
And my wild and crazy cousin still ain’t got an STD
Testimony after testimony at church
Answered prayers, blessings, and miracles too
For everyone but me
Got me wondering, “Lord, what did I do?”
I mean hold up, don’t he cheat on his wife?
And Sis. Joan stole church money right?
Don’t that girl drink and beat her kids?
And I know the choir director be clubbing all night!
I’m just dazed, annoyed and very confused
Cause they all just gave testimonies of praise
And I’m sitting here crying inside
Wondering when in the world I’m gonna get outta this phase
They say be careful what you wish for
Because you just might get it
So its freedom you want?
Are you sure you want to jump into that pit?
Freedom to have sex whenever the urge arises
With whatever partner you choose
Now you’re a slave to your feelings
And there’s not a man or woman you’ll refuse
Freedom to drink as much as you want
And as often as you can
Until You can’t remember the last time
you went a day without a beer in your hand
Freedom to go out with your crew
Doing secret things that no one ever speaks of again
Until someone gets you arrested
Then your lifelong friendships come to an end
Freedom to work and make money
By any means to get to the top
Now you’re selling drugs, and stripping part time
So addicted to the cash it brings, you can’t stop