God Aint Never Too Busy
Every time, I pick up the phone
Ones I love are never home
Or they want me to leave them alone
Sometimes, I just want to talk
Or for someone to take me for a walk
I can never depend on them for spiritual elevation
Or some type of positive motivation
The times I prayed for my last breath
No one helped me from falling to my death
The times I ached down to the bone
They faked not being home
Oh God, what about me?
He said, “All you have to do is give me a ring”.
I help billions strong and still have time
For you and everything
You’ve cried in pain until you were dizzy
But call on me, I am never too busy
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