By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
My good fortune comes to a screeching halt
But is this bad luck my entire fault?
Or because I stood at the crossroads and fought
With the devil or was it God?
Boy what a mighty force
That knocked me off my feet
Call me crazy but for a minute I heard sheet
Life goes on but at a slow and broken pace
I’ve been marked by the evil that seeps from the pores of the most hated
Marked like a slave, marked like the damned in the end
A black cloud follows me till eternity
It digs my grave for me to rot in
Rotten stench of bad vibes
Bad vibes that torture my soul
Killing what good is left and replacing it with luck of the forsaken
God grant me a reprieve
Put me back in your good graces
Before the evil sucks me into a never-ending hell