Can you see the writing on the wall.
The stench of life and death of it all.
People sleeping on the streets.
Children and babies with nothing to eat.
Condemned buildings frequently found,
Full of crack heads and death on it's grounds.
The greed of a white race killing us all.
The strength of a black race trying not to fall.
Hope and despair are far and few between.
The real pains of life are very rarely seen.
The killing and stealing.
The psychics promising healing.
There are people trying to do some good.
Just not as many as we should.
The bad out weigh the good by 99%.
The bad not realizing that in the end, they must repent.
In the end we will see vice and virtue treated separately.
The two divided by deeds past done.
That can only, really, be judged by one.
God, who is most high, chooses our faith when we die.
Now those who are good will receive.
The poetic justice in which they believe.