Hard To Believe

Trusting almost got me killed, Love hurts more than I can imagine, And being real still got me hated. The street has never been rosy, The potbellied men got money for election malpractices But can't feed the poor masses. Today they supply us with guns, Tomorrow they expect assassination, Why should I kill my brothers? When I have illiteracy, poverty, lack and tribalism to murder. The older I get, The more I understand that it's okay to live a life others don't understand. If words don't add up, It's usually because the truth wasn't included in the equation, This might be the lie through which I tell you the truth.