Homeless, jobless, feeling near worthless
No prayers can save him
His minds is in a pool of doubts
No prayers can save him
He sees this as his only way out
Negativity surrounds him
Car repossessed, feelings consuming him more than stress
Just pray about it they say
But his mind is made up
He's just waiting on the day
The voices in his heads coerces him
DO IT! DO IT!
His blessing quickly turned in his curse, his only way out
Phone constantly rings
His thoughts consume him, makes him, breaks him
Handsome, black ,strong man watching his life taken away
By a bleak economy
He sees his reflection
He winces at the site
Sharp, piercing
Red stains the carpet, silent cries escape
The last thing his mind allows him to play
A family dinner was prepared
The last time all his kids will see him sitting there
Mash potatoes, chicken and corn
His wife is seen feeding the newborn
Smiling at him with hopeful eyes
The voices still tell him it would be better to die
It's after 4pm
The voices stop
Three kids and beautiful, black, strong wife
Why would this man take his own life
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