Yeah I'm back on that same road once more,
Struggling like litterally I see our very children eating off the dirt floor'
Who can really give a **** about dollars because where Im from over ninety percent living dirt poor,
Even down here the struggle remains the same,
Alcohol remains top dog around here it wont change,
We want something different yet we keep seeking just a little more money, just a little fame,
We aint happy with what we got now so we let the bull *****get to the brain.......
Its sad how our people let even ourselves be lowered to ask for pocket change,
We dying fast, no not our people but our culture cant you see the blood stains?
Cant you see the youth playing games, six feet deep is where many of our very own youth sleep, forever trapped in their death beds still laying,
I just hope I am remebered strong when Im gone confused why sometimes I wont stop praying...........but its alright though because Im back on that road again lost without family or friends......I dont know where to stop but I know where it begins........there's a meaning to everything in the start on this road so lets make this a memorable End......