Struggle

If its hard where you are you ain't got to go far to find somebody else that share in your struggle and know god watching over but he lost his faith now and don't talk to him its kinda hard to give thanks with no job no hope no heart no soul all dark so broke no joke don't know and don't wanna be told to go home there's only so many things a man can take what is it about this prison were given that brings a man to hate... is hate itself what must propel the feeling of killing all through our cell wall of society give me a reason why are we here is it fear that's keeping us idle I say that we try to leave if we die at lease we can say we died to be alive and free the struggle of my people guided me inside the D river limits of southwest where I don't know many soldiers going in it without vested interest and even they finish get out less than 60 seconds and minute this city about thresh-hold of disaster total catastrophe I see the war flowing over the average streets globalist atrophy characterized by many a men defending they homes with a passion see most car bombs in Iraq controlled from mobilist factory in my dreams at night jehavoa keep asking me what are you doing to help and how many souls have you captured me I don't know many that want to be shown what comes after see they worried about the struggle and how to get over the tragedy