Everyday is a struggle oneway or another.

Bad azz fight,
morning noon and night,
trying too keep things right.
So much goes wrong,
still right is where it's best to belong.
Murphy's law soars,
everyday life whores.
Tries to screw everything good,
now it's our food.
I use to love a good taco,
now I have to forsako.
The mexicans,
are worse than the texicans.
They can't get with the lingo,
with them it's always the tango.
Out on the highway driving,
it's them I'm hardly surviving.
Seems they get license to kill,
to me it's no thrill.
I don't hate their race,
it's the unauthorize flood in this place.
They arrive too fast on the scene,
I don't mean to be mean.
The brothers drive just as fast,
with almost everyone motoring is a blast.
It's called road rage kill,
is there a curing pill?
A lot of the blacks hate the whites,
a lot of the whites hate the blacks,
everyday it's dodge the racial attacks.
Several young blacks attacked one white,
I didn't think it was right,
so I tried to help the white brother,
wished I didn't bother,
the young blacks tried to beat me
like I was their mean azz father.
At work the racist stab me in the back
later on I find out about their attack.
I get angry as hell,
but try to control my anger spell.
Anger is the stinger,
almost everyone has there anger,
then try to point the finger.
I have my anger with it all,
but try to refute the devils call.
But he keeps on knocking,
so my life goes on rocking.
I'm not really losing,
but I am bruising.

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