Broken spirit

I'm at my knees at the side of my bed

Chains breaking can't figure it out its all in my head

I stretch right to the side and get water just to take pills and meds

I don't scream cus I know it's just a problem on earth

I say a prayer and it goes like this

Dear God where are you now when pains like

I don't doubt but but situations worse amiss

A fractions chance that baptism meets daily needs

(Ain't it true God)

Some are in the cemetery some are stationary

Some are in the attic low life some probationary

They were living by corruptions habit they don't mind it

It's a habit how we breathe that too is aeronary

Some are poor some are rich what a visionary

Some are in the hospitals some are in the streets

We enjoy life's day bread by sowing what we reap

It is a fact that in the jungle without flesh no meat