Wednesday

Mom's steady sick and it's right to the point where I need her
To be coherent
cause Aaron's about to be blaring through speakers
But it won't reach her when research feed her meds to get weaker
How can the devil play her world when it's so beneath her
Give and ye shall receive and yet she's the receiver
Of seizures and fevers that's why I stay Ebenezer
That's why you hear sorrowful messages through your tweeters
Feeling my pain at my show in the front row and the bleachers
God seek her please so she breathes deeper
Not a preacher free be disease either
On my knees for weeks hurry retrieve herReally need your deed to make me a believer

2 comments:

  1. And I believe that I'm gonna make it
    Don't ask for shit, man I just take it
    Detroit, Michigan, home of the broke dreams
    Abandoned houses, known crack fiends
    Man I'm on lean just to escape reality
    Im losing weight and I ain't counting no calories
    Ain't no salary, they done close down the plants
    Green failing parenting, I'm staying with my aunt
    Who gonna give me a ride? Who's gonna take me to school?
    Who gonna help mama out when daddy acting a fool?
    The D, watching my people get slaughtered
    Hurricane Katrina went out the water
    Who do you believe in, heaven or hell?
    College or jail? Bed or a cell? Who got my bail?

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