Maybe God is a rich man,
Who saved up his money and moved out the city,
Then settled in the suburbs,
And built up his fences to protect his possessions,
And nobody sees him,
But the church spreads rumors that he's coming back again,
But if God is a rich man, why am I so poor?

If I forsake my family,
If I forsake my blood,
Tell me what's in it for me?
If I forsake my demons,
If I forsake my love,
Tell me what's in it for me?

Maybe God is a hard man,
Who can show you mercy but it won't come free,
And he offers protection,
If you stay on the take and you take what he needs,
And nobody sees him,
But they pray wholehearted when they need forgiven,
But if God is a hard man, why am I still alive?