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
Copyright © Ur Favorite Poet | Year Posted 2014
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