I can't face the man in the mirror
Reflection of a broken heart is all I see
A broken man's dream is the life I live
Deserted by worth, surrounded by poverty
I wanted to be able to flourish in this life
But I'm like a tree with no leafs
A pauper's prayer constantly at the tip of ma lip
Ma imagination forces me to live a life of fantasy
But reality ensures I live a thuggish life
My mind seems to be trapped in a realm of guilt
For all the dirty I have done in this life, now I find myself
Struggling to survive to see a better tomorrow
But what's the point if I'm only living to die in the end
Seems tomorrow never comes and today I must contend
The shadows are consuming me as life becomes demeaning
The will to live seems to have dissipate
I wonder where my senses have gone to for I feel stranded
Wicked thoughts keeps crushing in, I wonder if I'm paranoid
Ma mind is racing against time to find harmony
On this planet of racism and hate
My only wish is to rise above this adversity
But dear god I rather die before I become all which I hate
