hOPE KILLS..CURE AND,,
SO YOU THINK YOU HAVE IT BAD
BECAUSE YOU ARE BLACK,BEEN POOR.
BLACK AND HUNGRY.MAKE IT EVEN MORE
FOR THAT IS WHAT I AM.
YOUR BILLS ARE UN PAID,WATER GOT
TURNED OFF,CANDLES ARE YOUR LIGHT,
ROACHES AND MICES ARE YOUR ROOM
MATE, AND YOU THINK YOU HAVE IT BAD.
YOUR KIDS JUST GOT SHOT,HUSBAND
LOST HIS JOB,LIVING WITH A NOTHER WOMAN.
YOUR BROTHER JUST GOT LOCK UP, FRIENDS
JUST COME AROUND TO SEE IF YOU PASSED,
AND YOUR TEARS JUST WASTED ON SHIRTS
STAIN WITH DIRT,BLOOD AND HARD LIFE
FLIES GO AT YOUR FOOD,RAT RACE FOR THE
LEFT OVER,AND YOU THINK YOU HAVE I T BAD.
SO YOU THINK YOUR COLOUR,MAKE THIS HAPPEN
ALL THIS POORNESS,GOD FORGOTTEN HELL,YOU SAY
GOD LOVE YOU,,AND WANT THIS FOR YOU,BEEN BLACK
MAKE IT EASIER FOR THIS LIFE IS FIRST,NOT INPORTANT,
FOR THERE IS A NOTHER THAT IS GREATER AND GREENER,SWEETER
AND WORTH MORE IN GOLD,WHERE NO MAN HATE AND LOVE IS
WHAT WE DO,SAY AND MEAN,GOD MUST BE GOOD..
AND YOU THINK YOU HAVE IT BAD
BECAUSE YOU ARE BLACK..SO THIS IS TRUE,
TO BELIVE WILL KILL,HOPE WILL DO WHAT AGAIN, ANYWAY YOU
BELIVE AND THAT CURE ALL ILLS,FOR YOUR EYES WILL
NEVER TELL AND YOUR SOUL WILL NEVER SEE,AS FOR US
WE WILL NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH IS WHEN YOU DIE IN HOPE..
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