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I am not this Crazy World


 

This is our crazy world

Police killing Young Black Teens 

and creating tensions in Communities

And Gay marriage and Abortion

and Wars and Loss of American culture

this is our crazy world

white boys going in to churches shooting people of god because of Racism and hatred

and a police officer killed walter scott

its crazy but this is our world is that way

and i wish it could be better but everyday i see it stays the same

And why are they using all these computers?

what happened to pen and paper?

but this is our crazy world

why are so many young black males in a cell?

why we cant get money without going to jail? 

and why all these folks taking old folks money in not in jail?

and why is my mom scared to walk down the street

because that guy , that guy , that guy

and maybe even me

but this is our crazy world

and every smoking weed or on drugs

why cant we just read a book instead of roll up

but i know its so tough

how this world is changing

but this is our crazy world 

AID/HIV positive men and women 

when will people stop and know there symptoms

we are killing eachother

what happened to us living to get better for one another? 

I just wish i had a chance

for somebody to lay me to rest in my bed

but i cant be dead

so i pick up my legs

because i cant walk forward if im resting my legs

I am smart just been through alot 

Like loosing both grandmothers

and having to see one of em die

but inside im a humble person

so i cant cry but when i look up in the school

I pray that god is on my side

and whats and the dark comes to light

so why is america sleeping but still shining in the night?

Im well respected 

somewhat neglected

sometimes disrespected

but never reckless

patience is key

but its hard to wait

in this messed up place

and what is life or the great escape

and i read between the lines just to understand my ways

I am not this world

because it is filthy

full of sins and lies 

I am not this world

 

 

 

 

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