Quejas sin respuesta...

Todos los días, se escuchan infinidad de quejas...pero existen las que son sumamente tristes, en las que se involucra a Dios...quejas hacia el, la fe se cuartea y simplemente existe el dolor....

Perder a alguien, es muy doloroso...pero perder a un hijo debe ser terrible...hoy supe que falleció una niña de primaria, de cáncer....sé que todos los días, a todas horas mueren niños en todo el mundo, por distintas causas...pero es cuando uno se pregunta...por qué tiene que ser asi?...por qué deben morir, si deberían tener la oportunidad de una vida larga...

El es el único que tiene el poder de dar y quitar la vida...simple y sencillamente...aunque no lo entendamos...

La gente mala es la que debería de sufir de ese tipo de enfermedades...

Y sorry, esta canción queda.. :P
Muy, muy buena...

Hey God, I'm just a little man got a wife and family...But I almost lost the house, Yeah I bought into the dream....We're barely holding on but I'm in way too deep....We're two paychecks away from living out on the streets....

She's a workin' single mom, like a Saint she don't complain...She never says a word, but she thinks that she's to blame....Her son just got convicted, he blew some punk away....She did her best to raise him, but the world got in the way....

Hey God - Tell me what the hell is going on....Seems like all the good shit's gone....It keeps on getting harder hanging on....Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream....These days you're even harder to believe....I know how busy you must be, but Hey God....Do you ever think about me?

Born into ghetto in 1991, just a happy child playing beneath the summer sun...A vacant lots' his playground, by 12 he's got a gun....The odds are bet against him, junior don't make 21...

I'd get down on my knees, I'm going to try this thing your way...Seen a dying man too proud to beg....spit on his own grave....Was he too gone to save? Did you even know his name?Are you the one to blame, I got something to say....