I can't help but wonder,
Why we all turn our back on others like us
Heck, they don't even have a bed to lie- on
And a sheet to keep out the shivers,
Too many days I lived this selfish dream,
Can't thank God enough
For all the good shots,
But always complaining about the missed ones,
My life is never hard,
Till my stomach hurts
From not eatin for a week now,
Picking up scraps here and there,
Making a sign, that makes no sense,
As the light turns,
I wonder when will I see green?
Why so many kids die tonight,
Shivering in the weather,
When we spend our money on Gucci sweaters,
Or spend the dough on some cheap liquor,
Go figure,
In the blocks, there are many that pray tonight,
That they're alive and have a second chance,
Even on death row, there is hope for that time,
When they might get lucky, and be set free,
Or at the least stay alive behind bars,
The only time I ever sleep right,
Is when I know that each day gives me a chance
To do the right thing, help the ones in need,
Instead of filling my heart and soul with greed,
Can't explain the pain I feel inside,
And the guilt that covers my mind,
I resort to sadness,
And shed tears while I clutch in fear,
So many die tonight,
For no reason, just as bystanders,
We all strangers,
Calling each other only when we need
Something, or feel elated,
In my mind, I see myself doing the same crimes,
Locked it tight, not in the pen,
But going insane in my brain.
