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