Don’t Cry For Me Pt.2

Comp 2.2

But instead, I’m stuck in SA having another bad day
Writing my last words before I choose to pass away
A bottle of sleeping pills are calling my name
And if that doesn’t work I have knife to end the game
Down the river, not across, I won’t be coming back
I can’t help but wonder what life would’ve been like if I wasn’t black
What would it have it been like to have a father figure
Full blooded siblings instead of memories of a half-sister
What would it have been like to have a life that proved God was good
Instead of a life of sin and debating between what I could and should

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