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