Wild Streets Got No Dignity

Wild Streets got no dignity
You dignified my soul
Oh God 
You made me who I am 
Doing that you never defiled
My personality 
Oh God 
You put me on a planet 
Suitable for my kind 
Suitable for every one like me 
You never forget to comfort
My soul with love 
Despite all you've given me 


Wild Streets got no dignity
You dignified my soul 
Oh God 
That why I could see 
This dying world 
Were the weak in mind 
Leads the innocent brave
Were we are meant just to follow
With out our concept 
Were the rich keep on getting
Richer just for the innocent 
Commoners to remain more 
Poorer 
No wonder the streets are hot
Full of crimes and brutality 
You dignified my soul 
Oh God 
No wonder I bleed when 
Ever I see the world dying
Silent with atrocities

Wild Streets got no dignity
You dignified my soul 
Oh God 
No wonder I could see 
The damage of evil men 
In our world today 
They have decorated the world
With wars and porverty
They have killed alot innocent
Souls for nothing
They have destroyed humanity
And sent justice far away 
From the world 
You have dignified my soul 
Oh God 
And now am presenting to you 
The marks of wickedness in the streets
Of the poor 
Oh God 
In the ghetto lies the evidence
Of the brutality of mankind
Oh God is not a lie that the 
Wild Streets got no dignity
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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