I Feel Like Black Jesus

God Damn! Drug Dealers Dealin' To The Kiddies, Livin' In The City Ain't No Pity On The Itty-bitty. We Try To Cry, But Still They All Die, I Try To Speak To The Youth, And The Truth Is: They All High.

Why Am I Fighting To Live, If I Am Just Living To Fight Why Am I Trying To See. When There Aint Nothing In Sight Why Am I Trying To Give, When No One Gives Me A Try Why Am I Dying To Live, If I Am Just Living To Die?

America Wants Its Respect.

Strength Is Overcome By Weakness/joy Is Overcome By Pain/the Night Is Overcome By Brightness/and Love-it Remains The Same.

Is It A Crime, To Fight, For What Is Mine?