At this very moment, He's never felt so alone in his life
The only thing he can say that he owns is a knife
Oh, and a pipe- he's trapped in a prison
Sadly, a victim of his own bad decisions
He's finishing up a ten year bid
For foul things that he did when he was still a kid
The good news: he'll be out in less than a week
The bad news: he'll be out in less than a week
It's tough, because this news is known by the ruggedest crews
They're doing life and ain't got nothing to lose
And they're already plotting, in fact his man stopped him to chat
And let him know he should be watching his back
And though his external appearance is rougher than brillo
On most nights, his cries are muffled by his pillow
Because his eyes have seen unspeakable atrocities
From suicide to sodomy but yo, peep the dichotomy
He wants to get out, but in a way he doesn't
Because he's not really sure if he can make the adjustment
Plus he's young and black and can't escape from the fact
That most of the stats say he'll be coming back
He feels like he might as well rot- he's shell-shocked
By hell's plot to keep him in jail, locked in a cell block
The stress is weighing on his mind so heavy
He cries out, "Jesus, if you're real, I'm ready"
No one's around
Silence the only sound
The tears are streaming down
Alone
Numb from all the pain
Words just can't explain
The emptiness remains
Alone
At this very moment, she's never felt so alone in her life
For most of her adulthood, she was known as his wife
A happy mother of two, in love with her boo
In her mind there wasn't a clue of what her husband would do
They went from family trips on fun excursions
To him spending late nights in the summers working
To her turning to alcohol just to numb the hurting
To him trading her in for a younger version
Unwanted, she's confronted by the thing she dreads
She cries herself to sleep at night in an empty bed
This disappearing act would shock Terry McMillan
They were married with children- she can't bury her feelings
Her shock turned to confusion, confusion to aggression
Aggression to bitterness, bitterness to depression
But she's not allowed to grieve, she got mouths to feed
Plus they need healthcare, might have to go on welfare
For now, she's trying to make ends meet on minimum wage
Her 15 year old son is at a critical age
A pivotal stage, he needs a male role model
About to drop out, street life full throttle
His mom knows that without proper education
Dead or in jail is his probable destination
The pain is weighing in on her heart so heavy
She cries out, "Jesus, if you're real, I'm ready
No one's around
Silence the only sound
The tears are streaming down
Alone
Numb from all the pain
Words just can't explain
The emptiness remains
Alone
At this very moment, He's never felt so alone I His life
Severely afflicted- He groans from the strife
His appearing to visit- for years was predicted
But clearly they missed it- they don't know His type
He came from above- the divine intertwined with mankind
He entered slime- amazing His love
For this evil nation who shows Him no appreciation
His life is being cut short like an abbreviation
The same cats who last week hailed Him as the man
They rail and demand for them to nail Him through His hands
They failed to understand the scale of what was planned
The torn veil will explain His trail left in the sand
For now, He considers the cat who snitched on Him
And even His right hand man who switched on Him
The rest of His friends bounced too and left Him hanging
Literally, pitifully, flesh dangling
But the most mysterious aspect of the saga
Three hours spent under the wrath of His Father
His Dad is who commanded it- His attributes demanded it
The Lamb was doomed to handle this- absolute abandonment
The craziest thing the universe has ever known
For the first time in eternity, God was alone
But I guess the part of it that makes it so heavy
He did it for those who cry out, "Jesus, I'm ready!"