The land

They say there's 2 sides to every story,

One side dark and gory,

and the other will bring God the much-needed Glory,

even The Mist of all this destruction,

Can we still bring about the resurrection,

can a person truly lived through the land,

yet still they stand, with God Hand in Hand.

I've seen people kill and be killed up and down these blocks.

I've seen a mother sell her own flesh and blood,

for one or two crack rocks.

I've been down the darkest alleys and saw The Walking Dead,

and I've had to bust some bottles over niggas head,

cuz after a couple days,

they all lose our mind,

looking for bags theyll never find.

I've seen an expectant mother walk up and down this track,

Turnin tricks in abandoned Shack,

just so she could shoot up another bag of smack.

I seen a grown man go into shock,

when he realized that the boy that he just shot,

was from his very own stock.

I held my best friend as his soul of this Earth,

The whole time his wife was at the hospital giving birth.

I sold a gun to a friend when my addiction needed to be fed,

It was the same gun they use when he was shot dead,

his mama was left to bury her one and only son that Mother's Day,

while I stood by his grave and told her everything would be okay.

I sold a hotshot to the one who snitched on one of mine,

praying for God to forgive me the whole time.

I had to go out and buy me a knife,

when the devil's new disguise,

was in the man called me his wife.

he told me to mind my own a walk away,

from my girl, who is crying for my help one day,

As the man that she loved beat her instead,

Man G,... I still hear her screams in my head.

But,

I gave some food to the hungry man holding up the sign,

another fin to the old man who needed some wine,

And to the crackhead walking barefoot down 7th Street,

Im the one who puts shoes on her feet,

and gave her kids something to eat.

so,

when you say that God is dead,

I've got some people who disagree, maybe you should ask them instead,

pimps, prostitutes, and crack whores, the homeless and the sick,

the drug dealer down the block, And the dope fiend junkie pulling a lick,

God's love comes in all different forms,

actually it says Norm,

so,

when you decide to do what's right,

surrounded in darkness with no sign of light-

with the devil to fight,

open up your eyes and take the offered hand,

God will lift you up and show you how to stand,

and bring hope to the Hopeless....

in this godforsaken LAND!