Thinking about the kids on the streets
cold wind blows, they feet meet the concrete
Bundled up in tattered clothes, it's all they eva known
never felt the warmth of love or tenderness that can be sown
Deep wells of anger, hatred bottled up inside
Now they sit in the dark, find the prey, to Seek then to Hide
watchin' otha youth, wishin' they went to school
had an education and not the street degree people think is cool
Scars on they body, wishin' they were somebody
but these marks make it hard to forget they just a body
An empty shell, they can't show no real emotion
only thing they think they know about God is he don't like em, keep it in motion
As the cars zoom by, a tear streaks as they ask Why
"I'm a good kid, I swear, just dealt a bad hand, but I try!"
Deaf ears listen intently, so the words fall flat to the earth
left for dead in a dumpster, dead from the moment they mom gave birth
As you walk by that child, you glance but keep it movin'
Know ya shoulda spoke, but got worried about what ya doin'
"What if people see me? How can I declare my faith?
This childs already given up hope, it's written on their face"
And so yet another saved soul passes, without ever reaching out
That kid dies 4 days later, stabbed by a mugger, cuz nobody would shout ..
