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The Narrow Path (Light Red 2 Dark Blue)


My friend and I were talking one day and he asked me, "What do you think about the state of downtown?" I thought about this question for a second and said... "Genocide, homicide, one by one, taking life Is this my, destiny, hard to tell, wait and see Living so, rapidly, daily dice, casualties Is this, inside of me, forming me, killing me Spilling me, on the street, crying rose, concrete Light 2 dark, where's the spark, lying minds, broken hearts Red running, by my shoes, changing hues, downtown blues... " He looked at me and sighed, Then he looked in my eyes, And he asked me slowly, "What keeps you alive?" Well... "I've got the need to fly I've got the given drive Coming from God to live life I want to repaint the sky Making it reflect the times Changing with the raining The sunshine, I'm gazing Straight into the eyes of Satan Still I'm not wasting Your life nor mine I look at the barrel of my nine Millimeter bite size of crime I want to gain my entrance to my mind The vault has been closed So now I go and show Myself to anyone who may help Reduce my life sentence Allow me my repentance So I can one day reach heaven And give back all your blessings This earth isn't where I'm destined I learned to respect him Still I hold my smith and Wesson And the bullets I'm side stepping The criminals in the thoughts of the individual Are growing to be pivotal The rights are reciprocal Between us still I refuse To follow the new rules I'll make the new path with my own tools Yes some will laugh but my heart will prove true And I'll be the one coming out on top of you 'What keeps me alive?' Love, food, shoes, ties Hate, water, arts, lies Thinking, speaking, Reaching, seasons Bible, Torah, Quran, soul Friends, family, a happy home Shots from a glock missing my dome Prayers daily in order to atone For my sins Paying dividends Keeping my ends Of all my deals Thanking God for my meal Thinking hard to repeal The laws around here Love lost in greeds spear Wondering if we'll come near Utopia or will we begin to cheer The rebels in trouble Condemning them as devils As they shuffle through life Unlike you they devise New plans to reprimand The doers and save the victims Of the system, we need new world living We need to pay respects to the dead Save everyone who is left Make sure the virus doesn't spread From word of mouth to head I'm trying to be a literary King The one like Malcolm X and Martin Luther A skinny latin male representing the whole future Fighting for the souls of others Helping to help each other All our sisters and brothers And the fathers and mothers Representing an equal conscience If we think and be honest Come together and links arms And never rest, beyond this Is a war continuing that will end I promise as a race of humans That don't know what we're doing We'll find the last We'll funnel and make tunnels Conquering all struggles We'll grow kind and laugh We'll still hate and feel wrath But as I live life know that I'm glad To join the will and blend the dreams of others To build the narrow path." He asked me what keeps me alive Well it's as simple as that, The narrow path.
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