Life ain’t shit ,
people crying over dead sons while the news take a pic
People sharing the same post like they really loved the kid
But when the likes go down who’s gonna visit his ditch
I prayed for a day that my friends don’t go away
that the bullets become blessings that will shield them all away
that our loved ones are saved because we hate to feel the pain
of medicine costing a life but failing to save
This numb feeling is oblivion and harder to see
who’s gonna wear me on a tshirt when it’s my turn to flee my turn to escape
depression awaits ,
my demons are waiting
energy fades,
quick to my fate
smiles smeared on their face
I’ve lost a battle to myself cause I couldn’t cope with this day .
God gave me a shred of light turned around and took it away
find solace in solitude cause no one has your back
friends so quick to chase your bag but don’t give love back
rage a war amongst ourselves because we carry so much hate
Of what our ancestors had to endure to create our fate
A minority
feeling not enough because opportunities do not exist for us.
Yet get teared down for not being elite.
My brother is a black man and I fear for his life .
Someone will judge him, shoot him or take his rights
That fear fuels me to be protective and don’t have no faith
in where faith is not found for for an inner city kid.