-- written by a great and extremely talented friend --
Lord please emancipate my mind
from the ties that bind me and make me blind
if the wealth and the rides fill me with pride
then I'll put them aside, put them behind and learn and teach
Lord ordain me the power to extend my reach
to my brothers and my sisters on the fields and streets
to erect shades to shade them from the searing heat
to build shelters and houses and provide them with food to eat
'cause they've got no food to eat, you'd think that was it but they got no place to sleep,
I thought I had problems, their shit is oceans deep,
some of them get depressed and take the leap down a hundred feet off a building
I live in covered spaces they sleep without a ceiling, without the world feeling
its cold hard reality there's no miracle healing,
we better start dealing in feeding these weeping kids before its too late and god-forbid.
they drop down the lid and start doing what their fathers did; killed and stole money and went and hid
someone needs to take the time to sit and bridge, sit and reach, but its like the whole world is too busy to sit and list
like everything is okay and problems don't exist, nobody will resist the good life they just go along with it
until we're hit personally then it's like 'why am I in shit?'
yo, wake up dude all this time all you did was a hit-and-miss
can't say you tried, can't say you did your bit
why are you complaining now, just go along with it?
Lord accept this half-a-prayer, built on half-hope and half-dispair, help me 'cause I'm only half-prepared, if I'm gonna take on the world I gotta start somewhere...
