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I Wonder

I wonder how long it will take to be great.
I wonder will my people ever be safe.
I wonder what happens to the boy who prays every day.
I wonder what happens to the man who takes people life away.
**** I even wonder about the circumstance I’m in,
I use to get in trouble wondering if neighbors were going to turn me in.
Stomach still rumbling, wondering if this change gone save me again.
I wonder if you really know the struggles of brave men.
Nothing can contain you, but the man said a cage can at the station sho’ damn can,
I wonder who is going to save him.
They say “don’t wonder.. think like this,
You shouldn't have a mind of your own think like this ".
And we shake our heads no but we take one sip.
You said you was walking in sin just until you bought one crib.
I wonder if the bible had a urban version would people read it.
I wonder if the pastors of churches end service early just to speak to Jesus.
Or did service end early for different reasons.
I wonder if the pastor getting a new car since it’s a different season.
I wonder why people so scared to talk.
I wonder how many black people called MLK before the million man march like "I’m scared to walk".
I wonder how many people aint scared at all
I wonder if you know the reason why you didn't make it to the top is because you scared to fall.
I wonder why people don't chase their dreams, they just walk with reality.
I wonder why people always stuck on their iPod but scream to our god when it’s a tragedy.
I know you would probably laugh at me, but understand this not even half of me
God walks with me you can sense his presence but can’t grab his feet.
I wonder how many human beings think rationally.
I wonder how many people never prayed to their majesty and wonder why they not living happily.
I wonder will our generation ever rise above and say look who I become.
But I aint dumb, we can say the war is over but they turn around and put their silencers on their guns.
It’s so confusing, it’s hard being black, educated, and separated from the roads everybody choosing.
I wonder if I can ever stop wondering, the bus back home is coming in, and I’m fumbling thinking how I can make us one again....

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