Black Water

Black water flowing like the Niger
Lost souls just walking about
Murder surrounding the
Poverty is where they placed we
A proud minority
Guns,Drugs and raps,power,money,respect
Is what they preach
Churches packed on Sundays like the streets everyday of the week
Weak minds concurred by the
Bad bitchs and weed is what they seek
Third eye blind folded
History repeats
Baby's having baby's
Thieves raising thieves
No leaders
Everybody trinna eat
Need a place too sleep
No unity,they creep..up on you and take everything
Funerals every week
Where the black waters flow
And people scared too sleep
Dancing and prancing the reaper still creeps
Black water getting deep
Revolution is among us yet the black water sleeps
Black Water

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