There's a War In Our Streets
We must come together, yet I don’t see it in my lifetime
There’s a war in our streets that’s crossed the line
No where’s safe, school, church, home, blowing the mind
Prayers, peace rallies, marches, protests, would be fine
But the mindset of the enemy is laughing in agreement; lying
People walking around with their heads so far up their ass
As though everything is smooth as glass, this hell on earth soon to pass
That child that was murdered, it should be the last
Oh no another one and another one, life cold bloodedly crashed
Rise up people, could this be our future? In stone it’s not cast
It’s not Black, White, Crip, Blood, nor BGF warfare anymore
Politicians don’t give a damn trust and believe that’s for sure
Long as they got your vote, their money is right, the rest they can ignore
Yeah this is hell on earth, a prelude of what’s coming, to what’s in store
If we don’t come together the peace we once knew will be never more.
Wishing for a feat or word that would reverse what has taken place
The total disrespect of life, the declining mentality of the human race
One magic deed to turn it around, educate, unify to again savor the taste
Freedom from modern day slavery, savagery, jailhouse mentality whatever the case
If we don’t come together, wishing, praying marching and protesting is just another waste
Copyright © Karen Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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