God is a Ghost God is a Ghost An ungrateful host Who clouds the minds of many And leaves none for plenty They say he is all powerful and all good Yet, there are young black men shot dead in our neighborhood They say loving others is his guarantee But so many die of incurable disease They say to speak with him, talk to your pastor But so many can’t because of natural disaster They say to be saved, you must love thy nemesis While countries are at war because they don’t know the difference between genocide and genesis Existence is a very rude party I don’t blame those who want to leave their body And if God were currently in practice Don’t you think he would stop all of this? God is a Ghost An ungrateful host And if God were here, I’m sure he’d be in appall Maybe, he wasn’t even here at all.