At the end of the wall

I hear their voices an the words I pay no attention to.

I was born with a choice It’s not up to you to decide what I do.

I might never in my life, see the light of day,

and church has become a fashion show and hell it just a word we say.

(still don’t hurt to pray)

Why don’t you come down to my level and see what life is about, you can practice the art of living, and learn to do without.

You see a poor man on the poverty line and all I do is crawl, but on my way up to the top, I won’t have far to fall, I’m at the end of the wall.

Well, I’m not your poster boy for your smash and trash campaign, my middle initial isn’t damn and servant ain’t my last name.

The magnitude of your wealth, it surpasses that of mine.

And every night, I find it hard to sleep, but you’ll be doing fine.

Pampered by Society and the money that you spend, I’ll be down on my knees praying for this hell to end….

But I hear no amen…

(I don’t hear an amen)

Why don’t you come down to my level and see what life is about, you can practice the art of living, and learn to do without.

You see a poor man on the poverty line and all I do is crawl, but on my way up to the top, I won’t have far to fall, I’m at the end of the wall.

Am at the end of the waaaaaaaall

(At the end of the wall)

(And I still don’t hear an amen)

I don’t hear an amen…