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to live is to suffer

and even vengeance is a sin

hustling to survive the week

looking forward to alcoholic weekends

it's life or death in the ghetto

gun smoke clogging up my window

automatics ring out

live bodies hitting the floor

i can't take this shit no more!

it seems my color is a threat

my ghetto eyes can't cry,

but tears fill the wells of them

forgive, but i can't forget

all the shit that has come my way

madness intruding my head

i'd be better off dead

than to suffer another day...

in this hell-hole pit

it's got me sick

niggas don't even know they're the enemy

resistance of unity in my community it seems...

the ghetto is cursed...

sinning is an occasion

so we drank and blaze

hitching rides in a hearse

while in the flames of struggle we lay

another day, another dollar

still ain't enough to feed us

dirt on our blue collars

while they're jobs are white collars...

on our hands and knees awaiting the white man to free us...

believe us when we say times are hard

and revealing my color is suicide

knowledge leaks from my mental wounds like blood,

intermixing with mud

now the center of the earth is where it resides

red skies and black suns -

it's hard to believe there is a Heaven after all that

since i was born i've been cursed

now i'm sworn into a dungeon they call earth -

it's hard to believe there's a Hell after all that

knowing what it means to be Black

is knowing the pleasures of pain,

high heads when hope is dead,

staying dry in the rain

please Lord, forgive me

but sin is temptation

it's so easy doing wrong, though right is my destination

contemplating suicide,

but then you shine your light on my face

our conversations has been brief,

but at least i get the message

i take deep breaths of pressure

'cause the air is polluted

i've witnessed niggas saluting demons and scheming on you

we're living in the last days

can't they see?

and all the judgments on others' lives need to cease

increase the peace my Black family

'cause unity is earned

how long will we continue to live this life without Christ, and keep getting burned?



Tha Prodigal One...