Bullets chasin our colored man’s pride
While there souls pound the curbs back side
As they stalk the nights last cry
And as the bright sky shines its rays of better times
The days are still filled with asinine drops of cries
Left behind to dry
In the cells of the incarcerated minds
Of those who never strived
To run beside
The nourished guide
Of our redeemer!
We like to pursue fairytales
Not knowing that
Greed is one with betrayal
Allowing fantasy’s to rape our dreams
Haunting them into the unfamiliar seas of
Lies and deceit!
Then what will it be?
A life lived ungratefully
Full of jealousy envy and defeat
Like the man kicked by Jesus feet
Out of the heavens
And into our throne
Ya see were never really home alone
So many have already fallen victim to the system
and the curriculum written out by the disguised baritone.