Memoirs of Injustice

I been stripped of everything, like that famous guy in the Bible. Black is my favorite color, thought I should warn all my rivals. Lies were truly witnessed, while the truth was hidden from eye view. The finalized decision, I had no one 2 cry 2, LORD! Can you hear me? Will these wounds become the death of me? How can I forgive them, when anger is all that's left of me? Trying 2 hold on, I'm taking shots at my being, survival's just not enough, cause' now I'm barely breathing. Being consumed by the world, and yes, I'm referencing demons; the only way I can shake them, is if I call on Black Jesus! We've been confused by the readings, the western doctrines are false, based on some fictional characters, keeping the black man lost. Creating slaves for the future, by decimating our past; today I have a new dream, I'm a Slave At Last! On the real. Nobody cares until it's shit on they lawn or they're neck deep in debt reaching up for your arms. Momma said, and I quote, "If a beggar shall beg, need not ask what it's for, just go on and break bread." I replied, "Would I be wrong, for asking him that same question, so he can just tell me no, knowing that I just blessed him?" Hold up, so you mean to tell me I just brought your roll up?