In The Night I Faint
Those Experiences of my Mind, Mixed Thoughts I cannot Paint,
I Scream as the Caged Bird, for with Solitary I am Acquaint.
Although sometimes, I Gaze into the Blank,
To Be or Not To Be, is the Question but it Ain’t
The Solution, but we Need to Find the Antidote,
How can I Cope?, is that Answer really just saying Nope.
Or will it take, a very Strong Will,
And a very Solid Conviction, to really tell them how I Feel.
And let them know, we can Live without This & That,
To Stop the Violence, End the Silence, that’s a Known Fact.
For we Speak what we Seek, but seldom Searches to Find,
We Listen but we’re not Hearing, the Hearse Driver Crying.
And that’s why I Pray, Send in 'That Ghetto Angel Saint’,
Because of Young Deaths everywhere, sometimes In The Night I Faint.
