I dont have a lot but Im proud of what Ive got

I cant complain

Cause I see people hangin round on the city streets downtown

Living on pocket change

Therere times Ive been confused felt that I was born to lose

Oh but I survived

Unlike the ones who pray and feel more than blessed each day

To just be still alive

Is there something we can do

Seems the odds against survival are a million to one

The only hope they have will die

In the hearts of you and I if nothings ever done

I cant save them by myself

Oh but God forbid that I just turn my head

And walk on by

Dont let me be a stranger to those less fortunate than i

Seems that old golden rule that I learned back in school

Has lost its shine

Its a crying shame and I wonder could the blame

Be yours and mine

Discipline was tough and that old principal was rough

But the times were good

Cause no one ever found one single child shot down

In the neighborhood

Is there something we can do

Seems the odds against survival are a million to one

Cause every day that passes by

Another street gang victim dies

And still theres nothing done

I cant save them by myself

Oh but God forbid that I just run away somewhere and hide

From the fear and the danger of those less fortunate than i

Lord dont let me be a stranger to those less fortunate than i