Being Kept Alive

Surfing on waves of sin

To find the gold at the end

Of a world gone to hell and back

And back again

Sometimes the worst thing

Is to do something

They try to sell me diamond rings

Ladies fake implants, and cash never ending

But who’s getting big momma out the hood

Why is public school still getting our kids

We’re sending them down a path poorly paved

And far too often tread

It’s like we want them dead

These homes have walls gorged with lead

Putting our sons heads to shame

Police trying to cage us just won’t ever work

Because we were meant to be free

But when you’ve lived all your life a slave

How do you adjust? How do you cope?

Nobody ever asks if we know how to thrive

Just enough money, just enough food

Just enough hope to keep us alive

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