The Gifted One

Just Me Against The World

Just Me Against The World    
A soaring Red Cardinal Bird    
Down below    
Hell, tall stacks daily blows    
People walking around without a care    
Popping pills, pulling out their hair    
Mentality diminished from the thirty-day cycle    
Bills, Rent, ask the Archangel Michael    
Systematic designed not giving the brain cells time to regenerate    
Anger, depression and an empty purse, yet, bills can’t wait, cannot even debate    

Just Me Against The World    
Ooh child, things are going to get easier    
Ooh child, things will get brighter    
No, it will be, more sleazier    
No, it will be less righter    
Think about it, it’s no surprise    
You will come to realize    
These are words from the wise    

Just Me Against The World  
No civil right shoulders or spiritual leaders to lean on    
Yet, this world continues to pray for peace in a unified worldly song    
No more, can we all just get alone    
Those lyrics are so far gone    
Inner cities, bullets keep flying    
Mothers leaning over caskets crying    
Handcuffed, no diploma, senseless crime    
Court, Sentenced, Jail Time    
Corporate stocks escalating, it’s a business on taxpayers’ dime    
Bullied, life self-taken, silently snuffed    
Political ramifications, gun agendas, immigration, no more on the up and up    

Just Me Against The World    
Peace has decreased    
Toxic air from out the mouths of spiritual leaders, released    
We put our tides in the collection plate and pray to the sky    
Explain why racial disparity is at an all-time high    
Schools, colleges, just walking by, why    
911 telephone calls, Moorish skin, all just lies    
Are we going forward or backwards as we meet    
No trust as people come to greet    
Soon, society will all see ghosts in the streets  

Just Me Against The World    
What happen to Make America Great    
That concept was just a political switch and bait    
Society does not have time to swallow its pride    
Observers with ignorant prying eyes    
Wrong mother, wrong color    
The mirror is our only true lover    
Deemed, no self-worth    
Stigmatized after birth    
The black man, sadly for them, no earthly rest    
Peace, found only after he takes his last breath    
His glory crowned only after death    
This world must do better    
My reason for writing such profound love letters    
In this day    
Uplifting words when we forget to pray    
Whispered to you, as if I would tell you, or say    
I give you my Love and Hugs    
My Kisses and Rubs

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