Thursday, December 25, 2014

Skin

All the ghetto drama
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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