The Struggle
i look outside my car window seeing a man begging for some change
the women at the corner store is asking for a higher wage
some girls father was dragged out her home to be thrown inside a cage
for the color of his skin it was the crime of being a different race
it's so strange how people treat people these days
people say they got God they love God but yet act two faced
they attended the church on sunday but yet search for a high every other day
they say the white man take all the money
and the black man keep telling lies
that's why you see the white man keep killing
and the black man always dies
for there is a struggle within the people
because money is the power so people won't see
they are blinded to these things
race, death, crime and even the fact that only Gods the key
but the people keep struggling
you see this is all so crazy to me
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