Friday, December 24, 2010

AS I STRUGGLE :BY: N.S.an(INSANE) MINISTRY

AS I STRUGGLE TO GET FRESH AIR FROM THIS SMOG
I STRUGGLE TO FIND A MEAL RID OF THAT DAMED HOG,
AS I STRUGGLE TO SEE THERE IS NO RESPEKT FOR OUR SISTAS,
DONE SO WRONNG, KOMPASSION GONE FROM EMOTIONAL BLISTERS,
NO ONE KARES TO HELP U; YOUR PROBLEMS ARE NOT THEIRS,
SO THEY WASH THEY HANDS AND FOKOUS ON THEIR WEARS,
YOU ARE DAMED FROM BIRTH TO HELL ON EARTH,
NO ONE SEARCHES AND EVERYTHING IS TAKEN FOR WHAT ITS WORTH,
WHY DO WE DIE?
WHY DO WE BELIEVE A LIE?
WHEN RAIN FALLS-ANGELS KRY,
THROW MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR AS IM TRYIN TO MAINTAIN,
THROUGH THE STRAIN OF THE GRIND AND THE PAIN,IN MY RIGHT SIDED BRAIN.
INNOCENT PEOPLE ARE SHOT AND KILLED FOR NO REASON,
WHILE MANY GO ON LIVING GUILTY OF TREASON.
AS I STRUGGLE TO GET OUTTA DEBT ...SO I GRIND,
I PRAY FOR VISION TO HELP ME SEPERATE MAN FRON MANKIND.
AS I STRUGGLE TO SEE WHY I WAS KALLED THREE FIFTHS OF A MAN; SUB HUMAN BEAST;BEFORE I WAS BORN,
AND WATCH MY ELDERS RETIRE TO SHACKS-BUT WORKED UNTIL AGE HAD THEM WORN.
I DONT SEE HOW YOU KAN HAVE JUSTICE IN AN UNJUST WORLD,
MANY TIMES I HAVE PUT THE GUN TO MY HEAD AFTER THE REVOLVER WAS TWIRLED.
NO ONE KARES IF SKREAM OUT FROM THE PAIN IN THIS SURVIVAL GAME,
SO I GET DRUNK UNTIL IM SLURRED TO BLOK LIFE FROM GIVIN ME ITS MIGRANE,
GOD PLEASE! HEAR THESE KRIES FROM YOUR SON-YOUR KREATION,
THOUGH I AM NOT FREE FROM SIN...I WANT NO PART OF YOUR SEKOND KOMING CREMATION-ETERNAL DAMNATION.
NO MATTER WHAT I WEAR THE POLICE IS FOREVER ON MY FACE,
AND SINCE MY HEART IS PURE THE DEVILS ALWAYS IN MY KASE!
NOBODY GIVES A FUKK WHEN YOU DOWN,
EITHER DUST YOUR ASS OFF OR STAY THE HELL ON THE GROUND!
I KNOW HOW U FEEL WHE THE PAIN MAKES YOUR EYES SWELL,
GOT NIGGAS MASTERBATIN TO STAY SANE INSIDE A JAIL CELL.
BUT...YOU TURN YOUR HEAD LIKE WAHT IM SAYIN AINT REAL,
TOO BUSY JOCKIN SHAQUILLE BETTER -KNOW TO DEAL,
YOUR MUTHA FUKKIN KARDS OR GET STUKK KUTIN YARDS, FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH A HOOKA ASS WIFE1
JEALOUSY WITH HENNESSEY MAKES A NIGGA AKT SHIFTY,
PUT THE BARREL TO YOUR HEAD AND AND HEAT HE HEATER SOMETHIN SWIFTLY,
OUT OF NOWHERE ,SHOTS! INNOCENT BYSTANDER DROPS,
A BAD DREAM KEEPS ME WAKE

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