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Psalm:187

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His world keeps spinnin’
Totally out of control
But he keeps on sinnin’
God bless his poor soul
He got 25 to life
Without the possibility of parole
What makes it even worse
He ain’t even 25 years old
So, you better think twice
Cuz you already know
They don't give a f*ck
About no poor negro
Department of Corrections
No help for parolees
So when they get out, get out
It's right back to being Gs
These gang bangers out here spreadin’
Like a fuckin disease
Please father can you heal our affliction
From this awful leprosy
Newborn ghetto babies
Born in these state prisons
Mama’s tainted milk
And prison-issued linen
Is there any hope for us
To get up off the system
Grimy nursery wallpaper
Clouds of a ghetto heaven
Bars on the cribs
A life born in misgiving
Oh Lord, is there any chance for us
To help ‘em make a better livin
Will we ever make it out
I’m trapped in this prism
Shedding tattoo tears, oh Lord
Till I reach the tiers of the heaven
Oh Lord, can I ever make a difference
Can I even change the system
Can light get through these bars
Will I ever find my mission
When I look around me
All I see is my reflection
Holdin’ up in this mirror
But I need your direction
Still trapped in the prism
I feel so trapped in this prism
Praying for blind inmates
Hallucinations, inner-visions
Faces like mine down the hall
All I see is dark reflections
All alone in this prison cell
Full of concrete blocks
Will my prayers ever make it
Pass the razor wire and the iron locks
Hard time, going crazy
To sick tick-tock clocks
And it sounds so loud in my head, Lord
Tell me how can I make it stop
Contemplate the peacefulness I’d feel
Once I put my head to that cold Glock
Contemplate the peacefulness I’d feel
Once I put my head to that cold Glock
Mirrors through prison bars
I see myself through prisms
Dark geometric shapes
Broken scars, broken shades
But it’s still causing division
A kaleidoscope with sick colors
Penitentiary visions
Yo, is this the man in the mirror
People talkin’
But, will he ever listen
Faces just like mine, like mine
All caught up in this system
But, no matter how we twist it
It’s just livin’
But, we trapped in this system
Children rebuke false prophets
Reject all of their schisms
Only one can break us free
And that is He
That was dead
But he already risen
Prism
When I look around me
All I see is my reflection
Holdin’ up in this mirror
But I need your direction
Still trapped in the prism
I feel so trapped in this prism

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