Sometimes I feel like, he’s a one eye God
The struggles we face, from our one eyed
This is the truth; I refuse to tell to you a lie
He doesn’t hear when I knock
He don’t hear me when I cry
Sometimes I feel he’s one eyed
I have this pain deep down inside
There are two roads; I don’t know which way to go
The Bible told us; train a child in the way he should grow
He watches from afar, while they prey upon the weak
I don’t know what they’re fighting for, killing innocents in the streets
Little children are dying; their parents too
Obviously he has one eye, evidently he couldn’t have two.
Sometimes I feel he’s one eyed
One eye; for the rich; never the poor
Since we were created equal,
Why so many sleeps on the floor? ? ? ?
One Eye! One Eye! One Eye!
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