lord we tired and we tired of these bars and these walls and cells please help us make it out this hell ×2 vI grieve in pain my flesh in shame for those undying blood of this black rain carried away in these unknown floods yah came to establish a theocracy no face love for a Niger in the same struggle all he know is slugs point and aim kill yo kind plus our sisters on drugs babies born stillborn and some grow up to be thugs motivated by a generation determined that we make it and the upper class say we still facing over. population and some time I feel like we scared to pick up an application and pursue obligation and becoming a nation