God hates me
But the devil made me do it
So another man dies
And people excuse it
It isn't the government that steals a young man's hope
Standing in the winter cold peddling young kids dope
It isn't the government whipping people into line
Proving the world owes a living
"..Because someone else got mine"
Ignorance learned is what ignorance does
Instead of pointing fingers in excuse
Or rewinding "because..."
The ghetto is what you carry
Like a state of mind
Just like your jeans hangin' low
So you can show off your behind
There were no voices
There was no gun to the head
Just a statement of fashion
That shows your brain is dead
You could have turned left
But instead you turned right
Now you are cussin' and hatin'
And fixed for a fight
You don't know where you're going
Or whether your fight is right
You're just flexin' your ego
Making fear your delight
I walk with G and have nothing to fear
Because my heart is good
And my conscience is clear
So I know there's nothing wrong
When I see me in the mirror
I walk with Him
To help my fellow man
Knowing he helps me choose
When"I" CHOOSE to use MY hands
Inspired by "Poverty Line", by Cory Revolutionary Poet Sol
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antonio i luv this scribe i hope more youth read this will impact there lives to make them think in a more positive direction
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