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my pain
I wish i could bootleg the truth
I wish i could stand on street corners
From New York to LA
And share it with the youth
But i cant
Pain is so frequent now a days
Our blood paves concrete streets
Like the white lines that divide us
A corporate society
Has all the power
We are all a part of a minority
A struggling race of people without a plan
Everyman for him self they say
We all stand in lunchroom lines
Waiting for food with unclean hands
Eyes never do the talking
Lips move without saying a word
Dreams and nightmares are the same
Broken root trees will never grow
Nowhere to place the blame
The sun, it cries
Having no place to shine
Clouds of sorrows holds its screams
While in the stomach of every smoke filled bar room
Empty bottles hold our dreams
Our souls are lost between spokes of a wheel
A wheel that spins with life
When it stops our soul
Goes where ever the wind blows
Or where ever it sees the light
The innocence of adolescents have been taken away
Childhood is set between two points
A doorway and the corner store spot
Slum villages are freezing cold
Yet the streets will forever stay hot
Paychecks every two weeks
Cut almost in half by a government tax
Children half naked
No money to fix
The holes in our one-bedroom shack
It’s like a jungle outside
And we are all born as prey
Only the fittest will survive
In this so called day to day
Pain is so frequent now a days
My heart bleeds black and blue
Sometimes I feel blinded
But my pain shows me what’s true
My pain is so frequent now a days
It’s like we’re almost related
I love my pain
My pain and I are one
My pain and I will never be separated…
