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Ghetto Plague

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 For me, the last few years have been hard. Living life wondering, if there’s really a god. Lost so many friends to violence and gang related homicide and I’m sure you’ve heard it before a thousand times, but it’s hard to stay dry at high tide. Been blasted at and survived, but the hommie died. Never blasted another human being, but I still shoot off by the mouth. Too many days spent at cemetery, and too many roses thrown on the casket. Buried the young home boy, only 16 and his folks blame me. Is it truly my fault for such a tragedy? Done with this evil place, has me ready to leave. So much pain is keeping my heart heavy. My blood stained shirts are just sad memories, I asked God to help me, please. Tired of making friends then later lose them to the daily struggle. All this violence has me so puzzled. No freedom of speech from these thugs, they have my mouth muzzled. Shoot first ask questions last. Wish for a peaceful time like my past. How did we all grow up so fast?
[Chorus]
[Isaiah 57:1-2]
“The righteous perish, and no one ponders it in his heart; devout men are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil. Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.”
[John 14:1-2]
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.
[Verse 2]
I miss my childhood when I was free. Now that I’m older I’ve realized how hard it could be. I now see it’s either mature or become spiritually then physically deceased. The mind of the youth is diseased with the ghetto plague. Getting faded and drinking straight from the keg. Memories of my profanity free days and when I didn’t need weed to feel happy. I’m only 17, but seen too much pain. I’m just another soldier in this game trying to survive. But for now I’m glad to be alive. Wanting to end the war but I’m nothing and I’m not worth fighting for.
[Chorus]
[Isaiah 57:1-2]
“The righteous perish, and no one ponders it in his heart; devout men are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil. Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.”
[John 14:1-2]
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.

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