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My Last Supper Pg2

my dark skin made life darker 
for me
little light in my life 
someone ask how I'm doin and 
i reply with just alright
in my tupac mind set feeling 
like its just me again the world    
Granted freedom then one little 
mistake they put me in jail 
the court system give no room 
for mistakes whatever u try u 
fail 
the only consequences they 
have is to put u in jail
 then getting a job is hard as 
hell 
then they wonder why we 
continue to be locked in a cell 
seem like a set up rite 
soon as the police see my skin 
color their reading me my 
rights 
how long must I continue this 
fight
 war over skin color it makes no 
sense 
seem like a dream some time I 
give myself a pinch 
I'm living reality things just got 
real for me.
I need everything but nothing 
free 
still siting at the table now my 
food is cold picturing the last 
supper 
I hope this isn't my last meal 
father god help us 
Don't let tonight's dinner be my 
last supper

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