Or Was I - K.D. Lang

I was stabbed by Satan, on the day that I was born

I was promised lovin', but instead I was torn

La la la, la la la, My heart bled tears

La la la, la la la, My eyes shed tears

A poor black ghetto child

He can’t shoot and he can’t go run a mile

There’s no school and the kids go running wild

The police and the courts wanna run 'em out

He’s so?

and the police hate 'em all

He ain’t seen his daddy since back in '84

But oh well so it be now he’s in jail

His mother’s stressing just to get him out on bail

Let’s sing it out

And the story goes on

There’s no glory and the worry takes a toll on

His own body but his buddies wanna roll on

It’s all bloody when the car comes to a stop

The police with the big glocks pull 'em out

They say freeze but there’s only one one coming out

There’s two dead with a legal gun to his head

It’s stupid, he should of played ball instead

So one day when it’s all said and done

My life will be the bluest rap song ever sung

My verses will be curses to the rich

And all sorts of authority will cease to exist

My daughters will be free of war?

Raisin they aim in the silence of revolution my face will appear

Like the vision of a prisoner with his last bed

This song is a poem and the whole poem is a tear

Drop to no ear