Trouble

Troubled times that i go thru' got
me spitten these troubled rhymes

look at thiz poverty kurupted ko-oped
society that needs the slightest grace
from tha word of mouth.....

troubled people an places not enough 2
fill these blank spaces thats missin' a page from a book like a thorn torn
deep inside a crook scared to look at the tha power
that showz from a glare of a stare....
troubled times 4 everyone with the slightest
mistake 2 hang dem self wif dey own 2
shoe laces......

trouble amerika let me guide you thru'
ya troubled pasts with thiz light that
burnz an forever lasts...let me take tha pain with gain
tha true intelligence of withstain an pray for a betta day
to hope an wish 4 a betta way....


to say wut has to be said our country dying
for anotha manz greed tha seed of love an hate
but now itz time we decide to take anotha stand an
fight for wuts right an don't stop till tha end of the burning night....
Life an death iz wut i'm bringin' to you tha true meanin'
of wuts goin' down.No matter wut color Black White Asain or brown but
all we do iz keep our silence an do az we're told tha game
of cat an mouse till you have nuttin' left not even a house
"The life of troubled iz near or iz it just life???"