My Prayer

I’m counting on you God to help see my way through.
I can’t count on anyone so I’m coming to you.
The unseen, the almighty, and I’m asking you some questions.
Why did you put me in this world without protection?
How could you allow the law to hold me back?
There's already so much I lack.
How long must I fight to keep my family from crying?
How do we fall for the same traps without realizing?

What do you want from us?
Suffering was enough for the Jews what about us?
The black American born from oppression.
Brought and sold and treated like someone’s possession.
Undereducated and experimented on.
Never promised a thing from the day we were born.
Raised on hatred guided by abused feelings
Getting by on robbing and stealing &bad dealings.
Life’s hard we learn that as children
Eating free lunches during the summer with our siblings.

What can we do God to earn your favor.
I love my family and my neighbor
Respect my mom and my pop
But who’s going to stop the cops?
Who’s going to protect my rights?
Who’s going to referee a fair fight?

I’m asking YOU GOD to be the one.
TO be with me while I fight so I won’t have to run.