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