The land #2

They say there's two sides to every story, one side dark and gory, and the other will bring God- the much needed glory.

Even in the midst of all this destruction, can we still bring about the resurrection, can a person truly live through the land yet still they stand with God hand in hand?

I've seen ppl kill and be killed up and down these blocks, and I've seen a mother sell her own flesh and blood, for 1 or 2 crack rocks,

I've been down the darkest alleys and saw The walking Dead, and I've had to bust some bottles over a n****'s head cuz after a couple days they all lose her mine looking for bags they'll never find.

I've seen and expectant mother walk up and down this track, turning tricks and an abandoned check just so she could shoot up another bag of smack.

I've seen a grown man go I to shock when he realized that the boy that he just shot, was from his very own stock.

I've held my best friend as his soul left 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 used when he was shot dead. His mama was left to bury her one and only son that mother's Day, well I stood by his grave and told her everything would be okay.

I sold a hot shot 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 wasn't the man who called me as wife. He told me to mind my own and walk away from my girl who was screaming for my help one day, while 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, and another fin to the old man who needed some wine, and to the crackhead walking barefoot down 7th Street, I'm the one who put 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 some 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's his Norm. So when you decide to do what's right, surrounded in darkness with no sign of light, when you feel like God has left you all alone with the the devil to fight, open up your eyes and take the offered hand, God will dust you off and show you how to stand,and bring hope to the hopeless, in this God foresaken land