My brothers

My brothers

The way some act is a well known fact

That it pushes the rest of us back

I walk down the street

People walk quicker

Now some do see

Others are blind

Some lost their souls

Rotten like swine

Beaten and bruised labeled bad news

No wonder many are confused

Dope, smoke, crack, coke, weed, greed implants new seed

Indeed it’s a pit

No need for self pity

This is no way to strive, yes I know it is white city

The trouble I have is that I can’t promise much

No fortune, no winning, no instant good luck

Is this our future to be stuck in a rut

Our ancestors cry watching us die

What is the solution

Love, respect in this life and hope for joy in the other

Keep strong to all my poor dear black brothers

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