The Box Around Me

Gimmie a K....A....R....M....A, paybacks a bitch come judgment day!
Karma wasn't there when I could not provide food.
Karma wasn't there when I was down in the hood.
But karma was there, when it came time to pay,
For the things I'd done to live another day.
Karma was never there to lend a helping hand,
But karma was there to shed my tears upon this land.
To bleed my heart & soul, to the core of my being,
Chained me down & whipped me, despite my will achieving.
Turned a blind eye, while I struggled and scraped,
Karma was first in line when I was sentenced to be rapped.
Karma wasn't there when I was left all alone,
With a child to feed and to provide a home.
But karma was there to judge my choices, that I had to make,
Choosing to survive, along the way I've made mistakes.
Karma took everything, forty years of hard labor,
I'm expected to thank them for doing me a favor.
In my darkest hours karma ran and took flight,
Kicked me when I was down, karma was in plain sight.
How can I be judged by an entity that doesn't care,
When I needed to be lifted up, karma wasn't there.
When a life depends on you, there is nothing you won't do,
Be judged not by anyone who has not walked in your shoes.
What karma deems right from wrong is a matter of opinion,
Opinions that destroy behinde the power of conviction.
The un-accountable man upstairs, the powers that "B",
Practicing the art of the all mighty.
Sitting on a throne without a care in the world,
Having no idea how it feels out in the cold.
Top right corner office, who's name is on the door?
Before you condemn the innocent, you better be damn sure.

Written by Donna Preece, Cinco De Mayo 2008
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