LISTEN

These are our stories being told - Listen.

Can't ya' picture the chrome-plated steel glistening in our sons' hands,

or the irreplaceable innocence that our daughters are missing?

Now for them will you listen?

Drugs being sold as lies to lives already been twisted.

Babies crying from hunger but Mom can't listen,

the tales of her lifestyle snitching with just one look at her empty kitchen.

No fatherly attention 'cause Daddy's in prison,

and so the streets take over and now children are stealing.

I must be trippin', or at least on the verge,

'cause all I see is a surge of violence emerge.

And these are our role models?

Lives of saturated hate fill a void of misplaced mental states,

and the "I wanna be like him" is all that our kids can think.

While all along we pray for their fates from behind these gates,

and from our mistakes try and reach their hearts before it's too late.

When will we stand up and be true?

LISTEN