I’m from where the sun don’t shine
in the slum where the bums are on grind
in the street where the pain exist
where the w e a k slit the veins in their wrist
grief is the lack of love
here where blacks do drugs
for crack they shove that gun in your your spine
I pray we overcome this time
prisons is packed with thugs
who lack wisdom so they clap them slugs
at their o w n son’s sometimes
slaughter there daughter make their brothers lie
while reporters record us and our mothers cry
what i’m trying to say is: I PRAY TO A HIGHER POWER!
its O.K. to admit this life ain’t sweet
sometimes the path is uphill steep
we cant deny its sour
s l e e p
you can die this hour
its vital our
next step
you ever wonder why when you open the bible cowards they s t e p.
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