Artist: Tonedeff (Chico & The Man) f/ Deacon Album: Asterisk 3* (QN5 Compilation) Song: No Hope Typed by: graham212332@yahoo.co.uk [V1 - 24] Oh lord I'm suffering, torn, struggling The world's a gutter with poor plumbing I'm slumming in Wars funded by false governments, Whores, guns and when Everyday is more trouble than the one in front of it Some of the luster of living will fade Hustling for minimum wage, just to fit into my cage The injustice is killing my faith I used for hope for tomorrow, now I just soak and I wallow in death & debt Knowing that my child'll follow my steps How you can I rest with a thousand immense pounds on my chest How do I keep a clean conscience with god, when my thoughts are a mess I could mop it I guess, and ring it out without honest regret And still manage to fall to the faults of the flesh And on top of all this, the loss of a friend to an awful event Shot in the head - when they could have only robbed him instead Homicidal intent for 90 dollars & cents By a con sentenced to 20 years but got off within 10 Why in the fuck we got laws to protect all of us, when Parole officicers can send a heartless killer walking again keep a cautious defense, as some kids are taught to dissent They're born with no natural remorse, and all form of conscience is dead And it's hard to depend on congresses when They impose embargos that leave throngs of small children starved and unfed Some have called it the end, the last days of this system and times If that's the case - it's a gift for the dying [V2 - 24] I'm not a humanitarian I'm just a selfish fuck like you - looking for ways outta this grave we're buried in I'm not embarrassed - we ALL carry that pair of chromosomes for carelessness We inherited from our parenting But the more I stare at it, The more it becomes glaring.Life isn't fair is it? So why fight what I find impairing? Shit, when the time's right, then I'll die without merit No hereafter with it, cause my body and my mind are tied to my spirit No divine interference, we wonder why history's cyclical Why the wicked'll prosper, all while the timid are miserable Why is shit so impossible, while for him it's so typical Why do the gospels point to the times we live in as critical Now, I'm getting biblical.aww, fuck it - I'm trying to somehow rationalize And I'm tired of being so cynical My, what a pitiful state of affairs this is When you're simultaneously ready to die and scared to exist A subway ride, that was once second nature, is now taxing your wits Asking if this, blast really hits, will a casket be fit? Frazzled to bits, with prescription Paxil and shit Trapped in a ditch of a dead-end job, cause you're two months back on your rent Laughing - cause if that shit happens you guess that would be it Eyeing every passenger standing, cause that could be him So, you sit back and pretend, you're relaxed and content Knowing that if you go to today, you unhappily went But when nothing happens you wince, and the impact makes you glad you exist Sadness desists and you miss your family/friends As you reexamine your presence, the apathy lifts Knowing that in the face of death, you found passion to live There's an equal amount of life within a last gasp and a first breath No matter how hard it gets, no one truly prefers death And if the hurt ends, you're sure blessed Remember the determination of your first step And keep walking. Keep walking. Keep Walking