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.