Inner city blues

My pain engulfs me

The illusion of joy

Wrapped in self destruction

Can’t get what I need

Can’t have want

Rich get richer

The poor get pissed on

How I keep rolling along

In denial of the worlds around

Slowing crashing down

Falling into chaos

I turn around

Makes me want to shout

Nobody would hear it

I cry, out in anguish

There’s no one there

To clean up the tear drops of despair

In a world where direction can’t be found

Inner city blues

                                                                                                Thoughts of a condemned soul

Is my living in vain?

All the stress and strain

Angry jealous confused crazy mind

I spend my time

Thinking, wondering

Changing rearranging

thoughts in my confused crazy mind

Is it all for not

I talk to god….

Give him everything I am

everything I got

To receive nothing

Can’t make up my mind

Watch my past replay

 on the VCR in my head

 as if it’s stuck on rewind

Is it true?

Everything I say,

things I do,

 how I feel,

 isn’t real?

It’s all some sick twisted fantasy

Here and now is my reality

Gazing down the barrel of a gun

 I tried to run on

The dignity, happiness,

and respect I had for my self

Is so gone.

The rage I can’t contain…

The race I ran

All in vain.

The question?

Tried of wondering

I sit pondering

What the end will be

Tried of waiting, anticipating

 The final moments

When will it come to past?

The strength I have,

 Can’t possible last any longer

Will power weakling

I hear the dead speaking

Watching the world go by

Try as I might to be humble,

Faithful and true, I still cry

Sitting on life’s borderline

My tears create puddles

 I drown in time after time

Still hear myself singing……

Soul left long time ago, lingering