I n   a   h a r d   p l a c e
i n   a   h a r d   t i m e
w i t h   a   h a r d   f a c e
' n   a   h a r d   r h y m e .

There’s nobody good out here no more.  Nah, man.  Nobody.

They jus’ don’t understand.

Lookin’ for God? Ya mean really lookin’ for Him? 
    Nah, ev'rybody’s jus’ doin’ they own thing, man.  Ev’ry last one.

He / she jus’ ain’t worf it, man.

He / she always fussin’ ‘n cussin’.  Cain’ trust nuffin’ he / she say.

Too much killin’ out here . . . wastin' that young life.

Peace?  Oh yeah -- right.

Me?  Fear?  Nah,  I ain’ got no fear.

Sound familiar?

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beneath DETECT to reveal the source of this lament.

Adapted from Romans 3:10-18