Who Do You Believe In?

Question

I see mothers in black crying. Brothers in packs dying. Plus everybody's high, too doped up to ask why. Watching our own downfall, witness the end. It's like we don't believe in God cause we living in sin. I asked my homie on the block why he strapped, he laughed. Pointed his pistol as the cop car passed and blasted. It's just another murder, nobody mourns no more. My tear drops getting bigger but can't figure what I'm crying for. And in them miniature caskets is little babies. Victims of a stray, from drug dealers gone crazy. Maybe it's just the drugs. Visions of how the block was. Crack came and it was strange how it 'rocked' us. Perhaps the underlying fact they hide explain genocide. It's when we ride on our own kind. What is it we all fear? Reflections in the mirror? We can't escape fate, the end is getting nearer. Who do you believe in? I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathing. And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in. Before I'm leaving I'm asking and grieving

Who do you believe in? Can't close my eyes cause all I see is terror. I hate the man in the mirror cause his reflection makes the pain turn realer. Times of Armageddon. Murder in mass amounts. In this society where only getting the cash counts. I started out as a beginner. Entered the criminal lifestyle became a sinner. I make my money and vacate, evade prison. Went from the chosen one to outcast, unforgiven! And all the Hennessey and weed can't hide, the pain I feel inside. You know, it's like I'm living just to die. I fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowing if I'm worthy. Living life thinking no man can hurt me. So I'm asking...before I lay me down to sleep, before you judge me, look at all the sh*t you did to me. My misery. I rose up from the slums. Made it out the flames.
In my search for fame will I change? I'm asking...Who do you believe in?
I put my faith in God, blessed and still breathing. And even though it's hard, that's who I believe in.

Before I'm leaving, I'm asking the grieving...who do you believe in?

Answer 1

Myself.

Answer 2

I believed in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and God. They are all people or entities that are ready to judge me somehow...at least that's what I was taught as a child. Two of them ended up being fictional characters created by adults to keep me from being a bad kid...I sometimes wonder about the other one.

Answer 3

I believe in Jesus Christ the Son of God who died on the cross for ALL of us and was raised from the grave. He did that because He loves every single one of us, even those who don't believe in Him.

Answer 4

I believe in Jesus.
The world might look as a creepy place.
but He wants us to be blessing in this world.
and it's not an easy task to do. We need His blessing and His grace to do that everyday. Be blessed...

Answer 5

I believe in Jesus Christ the one and only son of the one and only living God.

Answer 6

That's beautiful. :-)