Black Community
It’s not easy being a black man
Trapped in the streets hoping to make it through the Rain man
All life trends leading to hard times
Watching mama praying for better days saving dimes
I ask myself, what’s the world really turning to?
Little children falling pregnant for an older dude,
Illiteracy rising high in my neighbor hood
No hope for a better future, they dropping out of school,
Selling chalk for a living, they now thugs too
Then one wonders why cemeteries aint filled with Jews,
I say they Jesus people filled with only good views
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