Lamentations: Blues Cry

They say the good die young,
but where Im from,
is just a sneeze from the slums.
We act like rats fighting for crumbs.
And if you get make middle age,
you feel stuck in the middle page.
Unsure what's the next move.
And all you want is your soul soothed.
But the bills pile up
and while the hole in your heart grows,
and if you die inside,
nobody knows.
You kick on auto pilot and flow.
And you wonder why we listen to music in Houston slow.
Cuz we tryin to slow down the time,
cuz when you survivin, all you know is the grind.
You wanna smell flowers and take showers,
in high towers,
but you stuck in the SWAT
where the water is hard and the sugar mamas are sour.
We looking for hope in God's power.
But principalities and powers prowl.
And even the sisters prey and the brothers growl.
While the hopeless never smile
and all the gangs roll hard with demonic scowls.
While the old men walk with their heads down,
because the life they led is one big let down.
Then they get lowered into the ground,
No one makes a sound,
no tears for a dead beat can be found.
Are they knockin on heaven's door
or slidin head first into hell's gates.
If you dont live the truth
then hell awaits.
We gotta learn, cause if we dont then we burn.
And while teeth are gritting,
nobody's weeping
because like the storm of century,
secrets are what people keeping.
Cuz we lose ends, we lose friends,
we lose life, while the earth spins.
So I tell you to seek Christ while He may be found.
Forget this drama that's going on all around.
I rather cry now, than cry later.
Cause we gotta believe its gonna be greater.
We else do we have or what do we want?
These games are designed to pacify and taunt.
Its a crying shame
how we losing the game.
All because we dont think in the right frame.
We left alone to just sit and cry,
can you hear the echo from years past
asking your heart and mind why?
why?
why?

Richard J Wright (2010)