What Is It God

So many questions for my creator why you sittin' back like a spectator while the ghetto take a brothas breath and all we ever see is death If you truly made me as a baby not my momma then why you hate me take us through this life in fear send forth all this toil that we must bear And they just say God has a plan for us but in honesty how can I trust When they have always been talkin' false And now they bear the holy cross with ya faces on their churches walls tell me how we could ever come to ya'll The God that led our enemy tell me God did you forsee me