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The reflections of a hurting culture
I am the reflection of this hurting culture
This carcass has life
Still food for the leeches and vultures
Scultures of Christ I bow in the shadows of
My hate is Goliath, an David is my love
Blood spilled in my city has become an uncontrollable flood
Murdered by slugs, drugs or no glove, we stay getting the bug
We get pimped either by the system, a dude or chic
The devil uses a recycled hustle
Basically the same ole shit
When we we look around and say enough is enough?
We suddenly search for God only when the times get rough
I'm here to provide you the mirror that no ones wants to look in
Truth is a blinding light, because of the image is our sins
Don't look away brother, you're becoming endangered and rare
Don't look away sister, as a son of you I know the burdens you bear
I want yall to know your struggle I understand
Through this art I offer myself to you
Here I am, the poetic lamb.
P.O.P © 2006
