Cry When You Can

So smart brilliant and tough choice of culture captured in a picture frame for tomorrows use and standard of living new era of lockdown

I'm sorry if I ever played with your heart.the I prayed to a Ghetto prophecy, the gangsters prayers as glared at time and
lives left out of sight the book of peace II

I played with the weapons of a child given
mind brain waves smooth and soft sorry
you lost your farther my brother now
we go back home

I sat down and listened to amapiano they
Way it mad me feel was sad sorry my child
pray to the Egyptians the gangsters a new era take a new version of Christ

I told you link the books when done writing
The unfinished one it's home already but still I cry for my ideas so help me Lord in
this god forsaken place