Problems aren't of any concern till it hits home. Showing truth, but justice denied. Gazing in the face of my enemies and put to death for. My mother cries over her son, leaders look away. Preachers comfront with prayer. Not knowing any better, words lack meaning. My enemies are are soulless
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