And still we smile

Blessed with the gift of
life but cursed with a constant
fight, from a place where my brothers
lives are rarely taken by the hands
of Christ

Generated smiles.

Fueled by thoughts of better
days, but our actions are guided
by our struggle it's like an environmental
plague

Todays children raised with
the mentality of a modern day
slave, like yea your freed from
your chains but our reflection
would never change

Still caged.

Bars made of our mothers
pain, Built by my brothers
hand a lifestyle which
resembles fame

a name....

There tamed, trained like
athletes in a televised game,
where good players get subbed
And great players get waived

a grave, you could say is
there sacred hall of fame,
it's a shame they play a game
where your only reward is your
brothers pain

with an inconsistent salary
no money is guaranteed, get
paid today tomorrow lose it via
another players greed

most youth forced into this
encouraged by there own
eyes, easily see the gifts
lacking the luck to acknowledge
the prize

Family and friends all witness
it an award which induce uninvited
cries, we all owe him a death but
we live eager to die

and still we smile based on our
history I'll say today's a little
better, but time hasn't really
changed were just experiencing
different weather

And still we smile

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