Can't pay bills
Tired of all the haters
Can't trust law enforcement
Politicians lie
Sacrificing for nothing
I'm so tired
Prayers seems like air
Words are lost
Ghetto living
Publicly dying
Judged by the past
Weighed by a credit score
Hated because of my skin
Treated like I'm the devil
But my song is one of pity
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