What's a Curse?
Is it just a word?
I rather not find out

The Ghettos, they are cursed
And Yet We Continue to Curse More Than Others
Are we deaf to what Curse since we call it Cuss?

Then there's those who wish to be down
The ones that never knew the life of Struggle
Who wish to experience the Curse
So they celebrate the curse even more

I'm not afraid of a curse
My faith is great and I dont believe that
And while most will say the same thing
I hear them but dont believe that

Watch what you do in this world
It spins to bring back what you asked for
You may think I'm Crazy,
But Men not cursed, how many are poor?

I sing songs in the wind to pass my Dreams
The young warrior that flows in my blood stream
Never cursed, I practice talking to success
The stressed curse themselves and others with less

The curse gets cut in a show of respect
to those that hold the pen for reality's checks
A curse, oh how simple it seems
But for it to be a curse, what does that mean?

read between the lines, defining Curse isn't hard
You be afraid to try but I want to win by a margin thats large
No soul for sell here, I raise mine with real thought
No curse for them, even in this age of Dark

Power of words, is it all in what we believe?
And if you have no faith, does another's overpower the
I need not know the answer because I have my armor
Forget the World, full of sin so easy to see
While I play the G, all I can ever know is me
Deep like the cave I'm in, where few choose to enter
Afraid of a life where the other end isn't promised