Redemption

I was born in the black forest of dusty streets To work the scattering fields of menial means To a destiny paved with my broken glass of shattered dreams The dust blinding me to nowhere I entered the highway of life on a coffin-on-wheels Punctured, disadvantaged...I walk through life barefoot Reminded that life is a death sentence on borrowed time And I only exist by the grace of chance of crooked dice I watch the youth risk drowning for breadcrumbs Swimming the loan shark infested shallow stream Over the bank, poverty is a wicked old man, awaiting Selling his fake pearls of wisdom like the Candyman He took off his false teeth To undress his smile and speak the truth I seek That I will soon drop the condemned baton I carry