Debt.

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Skeletons in my closet
Stressed up, throwing up in my towels
I gotta get my shit together
Coz no nigger cares
Naysayers top the tabloids
From Warren Buffet, to the Buffet at The VMA’s
This poverty chain hurts, this pain works
Though I got nothing to lose in dis business of life
I aint umbrella proof
Nor can I turn a blind eye
Good guys gone bad
Crack babies litter the streets
Big homies, sellin crack to the kids
Yeah you earned a dollar
Yeah you gotta survive
But the fact still remains, those are sleazy ways
Big sis I know
Big fish needs a break from his wife
You gotta make him comfortable
Coz that’s an opportunity to earn top dollar
All this because, of the airtight cage of poverty
That runs in our DNA
I can see the clouds of inferiority
Forming in our mental skies
When your first name is nigger, middle name boy
However old and the last name John
I can now understand,
Why you gonna act like that
Inner fears, outer resentments
A fight for your degenerating sense of nobodiness
I am here to lead you to an endless road to rediscover
Iam here to give you an antidote to all this, hope
Cynicism is the choice you got but hope is a better one
Mind you cynicism has never won any battle, cured a disease, started a business or fed an empty stomach
Let hope ring, through the hills of frustration
Let hope ring, through the valleys of despair
And through this, we shall carve a tunnel of hope

Through the dark mountains of disappointment

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