(Catholic Rap) Why Lord (Music Video) - feat. Catherine Chu and Le

NEW CHANNEL!! -    / @letunes1876   Chorus: Angels are flying away Souls are dying each day I sit here sighing Wondering why, O, why Lord Why aren't you here with me? Why do I have so much fear? Why is the cross so hard to bear? Why, O, why Lord Verse 1 I look around the world and I see so much pain We suffer and we struggle but what do we gain I hear what's on the news and it drives me insane It makes my head spin, Like sniffing propane Holly Wood is high drugged in her fame She grins and she glitters But really she's framed Locked in her self In her fragile frame I ask the Lord why does she suffer in vain I hear no response So the question remains Ease to point finger but whom should we blame? The problems, the drama All the complaints Forced to ask Obama where is the change McDonald's, Coronas are pills for our pain Shrinks on t.v. the sexual sins Abusing God's creation profaning his name Victims of violence famine and war The needy and poor they're neglected for sure Modern-day Judas twirling his cane His greedy soul bleeds for cheating the Janes Just to be out-thrown by the arm of Cain Genocide, terrorists killing babies inside Contraceptives assisted suicide Modernists perpetuate our pride We're falling for Satan's lies— No wonder why fife is cheapened And so is the cross Why , O, why Lord Chorus Verse 2 Now the media is raising our kids, lookin for stardom Mother and father know, evil is at'em postpartum More than ever little ones fall victim before its started The reality is dark, this battle is close quarters Simple as simple is, just water under the bridge Man there's gotta be more, this cant be all that there is Enticing, immediacy is what we're teachin the kids Way before we want it, we got it, more and more of the product More and more of the product, just store it up in the locker Bored of my state of livin, just give me those and I'll pop'em Zombie America this shouldn't come as a shocker The block rockers are teenagers, where was pops for the toddlers Choppin the cops got him for the rocks in his pocket And its amazing, this is what he fantasize when he's rockin his headphones In a zone, that's all he got is the size of his stones Nowhere to go, he aint welcome back at his home And the story is told over and over, it never gets old Where the soul goes when we go only God knows so the struggle is home, we look inside and he shatter the stone And a new heart sings glory to his throne Chorus