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