Respect Me

Respect me

Respect my mind

My god made me in place and time

According to his likeness

Human race has categorized men

By religion, class, and race

Keeping men in darkness

I will not set my dignity aside

Because of the poverty

I temporarily found myself in

You don’t have to like me

But you will respect me

I will fight to maintain my dignity

I will fight to the bitter end

They say I love being poor

Government place people in the system

Where the sky is no longer the limit

More like the limit is the floor

I pray for those who can’t afford to eat

For the working in poverty

Pray for ends to meet

For people like me

For the mother who dreams were smothered

By people telling her there is nothing she can do for herself

Shattering the dreams of kids

Because of where they live

Stop the madness

Our children are our wealth

I hear them say

Give up!

You won’t make it!

I’m gonna make it

And not gonna pretend or fake it

I pray for the man with a plan

With rock in his hand

Getting his hustle on

In his mind he wrestles

Right from wrong

Going through it

Poverty is a mutha fucka

I pray for peace

Prosperity

And better luck and

A WAY OUT!

Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge

Don’t toss me to the side because you don’t understand my struggles

You can’t grasp me

I won’t allow you to demean me

Because I don’t have as much as you do

If you was me

And I was you

Could you walk in my shoes?

Can you see my side?

If you do you would be moved

With compassion

I know I would for you

Damn my struggles

Axel Rose says, “Welcome to the jungle.”

People have become like animals

Putting down and hurting

Mentally and physically killing one another

A world lacking loyalties, peace, and how about sensitivity

I gotta bet em

I can’t join em

One day the righteous time to shine will come to be

I’m gonna stay strong

Because I still have a dream