by Timothy W. Crawford

I saw the devil himself
transform himself into Benjamins
I saw him as shelter
him as food
him as survival
in a world of struggle
So, I ventured like soldiers
across land and sea
across hope and despair
across conscience and faith
across law and order
Now, it's 3 am in the crack house
I've got my character for sale $20 a bag
I've got your sista for sale $10 a drag
Lord forgive me!
I'm trapped in the jungle
dealin' death among you
countin my days in a daze
puttin my eyes out in ash trays
My baby says she's havin my baby
bills got me crazy
my brothers got HIV
and my boys are trying to kill me...
Lord forgive me!
I'd give my life to be set free
to smell clean air
to see no despair
I've done so much wrong
I can't expect to live long
in God we trust
in anger we bust
Lord forgive me!
recount my trangressions in the courts of dying men
...I saw the devil himself disguised as Benjamins

Dealer by Timothy W. Crawford

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