Dead in the Womb

I was born into the system
dead in the womb
wrapped up in this life
stuck in a tomb
got so many things wrong
I’m digging my own grave
some may say that their free
but I was born  enslaved
keep knocking at your door
but you refuse to let me in
get mad when I take it
how am I suppose to survive
I was made to fail by design
while you’re out there laughing
I’m just buying my time
you ask what’s wrong with you
where do I begin I live in America
where my only sin is my skin
I died premature on this earth
A fetus out cast before birth