I ask myself am I living to die or am I dying to live because I'm overwhelmed by the stress they give black people getting killed by cops the hatred never stops we're still being slaved like we're working in the crops it's like black is a curse and there's no cure when indeed black is pure the torture that we face everyday the struggles to try to live with low pay the incarceration of our people in this life we are not equal we suffer so much we got battle scars on our hearts and our minds we carry so much weight on our shoulders we need to realign our spines tears of pain runs down our face with hate rejection and emotions displaced where is the love please tell me please show me I'm so confused I'm trying to play this hand I was dealt not something I choose they say you reap what you so well what about me and all the love I give that's why I ask are we living to die or are we dying to live?