Hostile Times Ii

Hostile Times II By Nate Spears Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune My heart hurts in a torturing way Nothing ever works in my favor Standing still I lower my head and pray Confessing to God All I have to give A 16 year old rebellious daughter A 13 year old son that’s dead My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids Is this really a way of living? I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning Anything different Would have a given me a chance at living Walls of barriers bearing on us On this earth we stand Refusing to let go of this curse If no bill is signed by Congress My unemployment runs out next Thursday Now I contemplate what’s next? Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars? Be an honest woman; or Be a fool that’s starving? When pushed to the limit All governors are discarded. Hostile Times rains upon us Other nations joins the honors The Elite makes me vomit There’s plenty of resources among us God have mercy and let it trickle down on us Rather than become degrading In this pew I choose prayer Becoming Sunday Mornings best Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest Bringing in a new day, A today, For a better way In these hostile times we live in.