God turn up your miracle ear

There's an orange man

Living in the White House

An old man bunkered

In his basement

Attached to

A puppet string

Their riots in the streets

Because only

Certain Lives Matter

And Public Enemy's

Fight the Power

Is their anthem

We no longer pray

Or say our Pledge of Allegiance

Cross our hearts

Hope not to die

Our children locked out of

Educational freedom

Our churches are empty

At a time of need

My knees are bloody

From all my begging n pleas

Oh God turn up

Your miracle ear

Heat these cries

Feel the despair

God get this air

Its so thick this air

Of divide and confusion

Media driven agenda

To learn from the past

Hell no wonder we're sick

Oh God please

Turn up

Yout miracle ear

Heat our pleas

Please oh please