sometimes you may feel the world is like this
| Mother's cry as there children die, kids getting drunk and even get high.
People fighting can't stop lying, brothers and sisters they start hiding.
Racism, colts, hate crimes, and more, what are we really crying for.
Crack babies born, left and abanded, another drug deal has been landed.
Wars, whores, blood covered floors, burning like the earth's inner core.
Color's of black, red, and blue, like a beaten child's bruise.
Can't we go hand in hand to the nation and make a demand.
Or will you live in this hell,
until someone rings a bell.
by Jennifer McGovern