Every single day
I walk these
City streets
I'm surrounded by demons
Dressed in overpriced suits
Or raggedly clothes
See they don't confuse me
I see what they don't see
But I don't judge
I just let them walk on by
I don't budge
Than they get to talking
With their slithery tongues
These the people that got Jerry Sprung
The same ones that got old Willie hung
Same ones that had all the Jews in a ditch
Same ones that nailed Christ to the cross
Now ain't that a *****
See the devil is a liar
And everyone soul is for hire
So even if you don't
I see these demons hiding
In normal day attire
I don't need to see
The mark of the beast
I look in the mirror
And I see me
Yet I also see
The man I'm afraid to be...

When did I become a ******
I lost my virginity somewhere in between,
Random one nightstands...
And drunken ******
Virginity lost so long ago
Can't even remember why I lost it for
Now I find myself on the delivering end
Of some woman who tommorrow,
I won't even be remembering
I don't want to be misleading
I actually have feelings for these women
But it seems to get ******* at the end of each meeting
Than they just become another notch on my belt,
Which I guess is good
Because it seem like the more notches I get
Seem to prove my manhood
When did I become a ******
Maybe it was in the 8th grade,
When I got addicted to ****
Or when I got to college,
And it became so easy to get a drunk female,
To my dorm
When did I become a ******
When did *** become an addiction
Maybe in high school when all the dudes would brag,
About females they than hit
And I just got tired of listening
So having *** became a mission
When did I become a ******
I guess somewhere in between,
Losing my virginity with my first love
And the women I slept with last night,
Just because
When did I become a ******???

"The doctors said,
They found a mass in my stomach.
It could be cancer..."

The doctors said,
They found a mass in her stomach.
It could be cancer...

This scenario plays so smooth
On the movies and tv shows
But reality is my mom might have cancer
I than wrote so many sad stories in my notebook before
But I wasn't going through it
So the pain and tears I could ignore
But last night I drove my mom to the hospital
And she said

"The doctors said,
They found a mass in my stomach.
It could be cancer..."

The doctors said,
They found a mass in her stomach.
It could be cancer...

What happens when this happens in real life
And the victim isn't an overpaid actor
But someone you know and love
See reality is,
Life isn't full of happy endings
Saying to my self this isn't happening
It couldn't be
This woman who gave birth to me
Couldn't possibly have cancer
So now I'm on knees praying to God
Hoping he answer
Lord did you hear what she said???

"The doctors said,
They found a mass in my stomach.
It could be cancer..."

The doctors said,
They found a mass in her stomach.
It could be cancer...

The children of the Ghetto
Always in the news
They living in the ghetto
But didn't get to choose
Now they got nothing to lose
And everything to prove
So many people look down
On the children in the ghetto
But if only they knew
The trouble they go threw
But they living their cozy little life
In a suburban town where the crimes are few
But see the children of the ghetto
Didn't get to choose
The children of the ghetto
have nothing to lose
Born at the bottom
So it's easy to see why they feel defeat
Some didn't get to eat
The only escape they have is sleep
The children of the ghetto
Always in the news
Where they only portrayed negatively
So they got everything to prove
Because one can only wonder how the world could be so cruel
The children of the ghetto have creativity
Because in their minds they turned the ghetto into a castle
The children of the ghetto have to be strong
So they are ready for battle
The children of the ghetto
Didn't get to choose
They know what defeat feels like
But they don't like to lose
The children of the ghetto
Don't want your pity
No...
They just going to take over your city
The ones that are always in the news
That has nothing to lose
And everything to prove
They going to take over your city
You can only hold people in oppression for so long
But no matter how much you hold them down
They'll rise up
So rise up children of the Ghetto
Because you have everything to prove...

When I was in the 6th grade
My mom bought me a shirt
On it, It said **** The World
So I wore it to school
All my friends thought it was cool
The principle didn't
He made me wear my gym shirt over it
So that the one my mom got me was hidden
Back than I didn't know of the first amendment
Didn't understand the freedom of speech
Yet some how I still felt like,
A wrong was done to me
So I asked my principal what was so wrong with my shirt,
That he came to this decision
Did I not have the right to form my own opinion
Was the word "****" to ******
Is the world not ******
He simply replied,
"I simply can't have my students
wearing clothes with profanity on it.
Check your hand book
It's a whole page on it.
Now since you usually don't get in trouble,
I'll just give you detention
And call your mom."
Well detention only meant to me
That I wouldn't get to watch my favorite cartoon
Yet I was too young that I was getting penalized
For not fitting into societies platoon
But I was kind of worried about
What my mom would say
When I got home she asked
"How was your day"...
I told her my shirt said it all
She said good
Best 5 dollars I ever spent...

Tears flow from my mothers' eyes...
She's afraid she's going to die...
So she screaming to the Lord...
Why???

Why her Lord???
This made me afraid...
Not because I thought she would die...
But because she's asking you why...
I wonder in my mind is she losing her faith???
Is the pain so much that you can't take it away???
She calls on your name...
Jesus!!!
Jesus!!!
Jesus!!!

It seemed like nothing I do would help...
Because I know she need you...
Lord I'm not strong enough to be you...
I'm not close to being wise enough, nor true...
Thank you Jesus...
Thank you Jesus...
Thank you Jesus...

What is this???
She's screaming out, Thank you...
As though the pain no longer exist...
But I can still hear the pain from the quiver in her lips...
I see it in the tears that fall down the same lips...
I realize that she relied on her faith...
And minutes later when...
I no longer heard the screams...
No longer able to see the tears...
I realized the Lord's work was done here...
So just in case she didn't thank you enough...
Thank you Jesus...

I love you..
Even though sometimes it don't seem like I do..
You got to know it's true..
I wouldn't be in this world if it wasn't for you...
You are my mom...
I came out of you...
I am a part of you...
I love every part of you...
So I'm afraid to part from you...
Maybe I'm looking at this from the wrong angle...
But it seems to me that God has enough angels...
So somehow I can't comprehend how he feels that he need you...
More than we need you...
And mom I feel sad to say this but I need you...
I can't even imagine the possibility of life without you...