V1 (24)nOh lord I’m suffering, torn, struggling/nThe world’s a gutter with poor plumbing I’m slumming in/nWars funded by false governments, Whores, guns and whennEveryday is more trouble than the one in front of itnSome of the luster of living will fade/nHustling for minimum wage, just to fit into my cage, the injustice is killing my faith/nI used for hope for tomorrow, now I just soak and I wallow in death & debt/nKnowing that my child’ll follow my steps/nHow you can I rest with a thousand immense pounds on my chest/nHow do I keep a clean conscience with god, when my thoughts are a mess/nI could mop it I guess, and ring it out without honest regret/nAnd still manage to fall to the faults of the flesh/nAnd on top of all this, the loss of a friend to an awful event/nShot in the head – when they could have only robbed him instead/nHomicidal intent for 90 dollars & cents/nBy a con sentenced to 20 years but got off within 10/nWhy in the fuck we got laws to protect all of us, when/nParole officicers can send a heartless killer walking again/nkeep a cautious defense, as some kids are taught to dissent/nThey’re born with no natural remorse, and all form of conscience is dead/nAnd it’s hard to depend on congresses when/nThey impose embargos that leave throngs of small children starved and unfed/nSome have called it the end, the last days of this system and timesnIf that’s the case – it’s a gift for the dying.nnV2 (24)nI’m not a humanitarian,nI’m just a selfish fuck like you – looking for ways outta this grave we’re buried in/nI’m not embarrassed – we ALL carry that pair of chromosomes for carelessnessnWe inherited from our parenting/nBut the more I stare at it, The more it becomes glaring… Life isn’t fair is it?/nSo why fight what I find impairing?nShit, when the time’s right, then I’ll die without merit/nNo hereafter with it, cause my body and my mind are tied to my spirit/nNo divine interference, we wonder why history’s cyclical,nWhy the wicked’ll prosper, all while the timid are miserable/nWhy is shit so impossible, while for him it’s so typical/nWhy do the gospels point to the times we live in as critical/nNow, I’m getting biblical… aww, fuck it – I’m trying to somehow rationalize/nAnd I’m tired of being so cynical/nMy, what a pitiful state of affairs this is/nWhen you’re simultaneously ready to die and scared to exist/nA subway ride, that was once second nature, is now taxing your wits/nAsking if this, blast really hits, will a casket be fit?nFrazzled to bits, with prescription Paxil and shit/nTrapped in a ditch of a dead-end job, cause you’re two months back on your rent/nLaughing – cause if that shit happens you guess that would be it/nEyeing every passenger standing, cause that could be him/nSo, you sit back and pretend, you’re relaxed and content/nKnowing that if you go today, you unhappily wentnBut when nothing happens you wince, and the impact makes you glad you exist/nSadness desists and you miss your family, friends/nAs you reexamine your presence, the apathy lifts/nKnowing that in the face of death, you found passion to live.nThere’s an equal amount of life within a last gasp and a first breath.nNo matter how hard it gets, no one truly prefers death/nAnd if the hurt ends, you’re sure blessed/nRemember the determination of your first step.nAnd keep walking. Keep walking. Keep Walking.nnRest In Peace Dirty D