The Depression

Struggling for life
Impossible to survive
Must get money
You�re in such bad shape, it�s not even funny

Black against white
Using reason and might
For a black in a trial, it won�t seem right
It�s so bad you should just turn off the light

You need to farm for food
But you aren�t quite in the mood

You have to go to work
You notice the President�s got a smirk
Maybe he has something to hide
By his rules, I try to abide

I want to just hang up my coat
Or go drown in a moat
But then the kids wouldn�t survive
They need to build up a life

I need to think about me
For living in these times, that is the key
If I go down, it will be with a fight
To do otherwise just wouldn�t be right

The Depression will never end
So the rules I may have to bend
In fact, rules I might have to break
But, then, I might as well just jump in a lake

I want to do the right thing
But then, in church, I would have to sing
Now it is all coming to an end
My life I can no longer mend

I would like to do what is good
Really, I�d like to, I would

But it�d be stupid to sit here and wait
To see and hear all of the hate
So I sit here, alone in a room
To wait for a pretty loud boom

I hold to my head a gun
This is nothing resembling a pun
Follow the rules, I will not
Now, alive I am not.

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