Dear God, it's me From this place I live in, Harlem Oh heaven, we a problem we lost all correspondence
And no more prophets They've all been replaced politics And they have people hostage That's why I'm sending you this
If listening, Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, tell Him we're on and Things are worse than they have been now Father, it's urgent we need You, come
Hey now, my father And I don't know out there So many of us are
Hey now, we got people shooting We live in I'm not talking I got there yet
Why we got mouths On Larry King with doubts While the and Minister fuss Shit, another one bites the
So the yellow, red, and white missiles in the dark of night Probably stop, but don't know how That's why Lord, we really you now
If you're Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, tell Him on earth and Things are worse than they have been now Father, it's urgent, we need You, come
People around, if you feel our vibe Come on aboard, there's enough inside We're flying high where heaven Hope I see you on the other
If listening, Mr. UFO man to Jesus, tell Him we're on earth and Things are worse they have ever been now Father, it's urgent we need You, down
Why we got intelligent On Larry King with religious While the and minister fuss Shit, another one bites the
So the yellow red black and Send missiles in the dark of Probably wanna but don't know how why Lord, we really need you now
If you're Mr. UFO man Speak to Jesus, Him we're on earth and Things are worse than they ever been now Father, it's urgent, we You, come down
People around, if you feel our vibe on aboard, there's enough room inside We're flying high where heaven Hope I see you on the other