Today I asked God, where you at?
Situations crowding and I feel a little whack.
I look around and wonder where I went wrong;
But it's a new year, I gotta be strong.
Cause every now and then I feel a break down,
Fake, jaking smiles like a homey clown.
There's no way I can do it by myself,
So I opened up and asked....
God where you at?
Do you ever feel the way I feel?
Are you ashamed or can you keep it real?
Are you smoking crack till it fades away,
Or a smoke of weed to make a brighter day?
Hold on folk some stuff don't belong,
Listen at your sister try to hold on.
There's no way I can do it by myself,
So I opened up and asked...
God where you at?