Black cotton

My mama told me faith is key
I replied how can it be?
I see you round the corner always working
I ask myself is this living?
I am a ghost inside myself
My body’s a shell that lives in hell
Just no eternal fire that forever burn or smell
We all heading to the face of complete chaos
i sometimes cry and ask why us?
And life ain’t no good for us black cotton
We’re just trapped in a world of bad vision

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