No Struggle, No Progress
No Struggle, No Progress
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The sperm and the egg, came together to beg, God not to let their paths meet
They didn't want the journey to begin, in this world filled with sin, and shaped in iniquity...
Where up is down and down is up
And, those who are full, never get enough..
Where right is wrong, and wrong is right
Where those who are strong, misuse their might...
Where women and men, are all messed up, and refuse to play their role
Where they smile, and they grin, and get all dressed up, but are wearing each others clothes...
Where your daughter or son, the good will die young, and the bad can live life forever
Where the good Lord will get shunned, but the people will run, so they can worship the Devil...
Where Satan is under the wheel, driving the car into hell's ditch
Where God's voice is soft and still, pleading that we make a switch...
Where smoking dope is the way to get high, and your life will be sold for cheap
Where po' folk look and pray to the sky, while the answers are under their feet...
Where old folks are not respected, and they are bound one day to get robbed
Where hatred is being reflected, by what is inside of men's hearts...
Where your life is cut short, and killing is a sport, that is played by those looking like you
Where you get no relief, from the crooked police, that know which color to shoot...
Where the physicians need to be healed, the magician's trick is revealed, and the teachers need to be taught
Where the saviors need to be saved, their behavior need to be changed, and the preachers don't walk their talk...
Where the politicians, never listen, until they want you to vote
Where during the election, you can catch them, telling lies about hope...
Where the food you eat, and the water you drink, is polluted like toxic waste
Where what is supposed to give you life, with every swallow and bite, brings you closer to the grave...
Where sweet music, yes they use it, as a pill to rock you to sleep
Where evil messages slip thru, like a fish with no clue, that the hook is behind the beat...
Where love is tossed around, as if it is a noun, they don't know that it is a verb
Where the people's smiles, are upside, and THE PRAYERS OF THE UNBORN are not heard...
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