My Life Part IV
Are you the Anti-Christ?
Are you the one that is supposed to take our lives?
There’s no one else so we mite as well follow you,
Other wise we'll look around don't know what to do,
There aren’t any damn clues,
Except walk around and make up crews,
Walk around wit knifes,
Walk around wit guns,
Everyday activities rises,
Every gun goes off we run,
No where to hide,
Every race divides,
We back to segregation,
Blacks’ vs. Whites,
Blacks’ vs. “The Nation”,
Somebody got shot damn I couldn't save em',
Cause I'm the one laying on the ground shakin',
I shot my self cause I couldn’t take it,
I just again died but this time a bullet piercing through my skin,
My life had too much sin,
I use to always win,
But I just lost so I'm not undefeated,
What goes around comes back around,
Sad fully this is how my life ended.
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