Little kids with no mama at home/ What transpires for young kids to be alone/ Roaming these streets with nothing to eat/ Cries of sadness with no end to be seen/ Towards the isolated streets of town mama seduces/ Deals with the abusive/ She has no idea what her use is/ The men who constantly rape her mothers mind/ And help produce the child/ who walks these pavements barefoot mile after mile/ It hurts inside to write this/ This reality is ongoing/Why must some of the African American population remain in ignorance/ Be aware of what society has done/ Constant gangs and drugs/ To mirror the rappers and entertainers who are the real drugs/They have lived tough/ But we cannot cope when times are painfully rough/ Why do we have to drink from a different fountain/The police are not god/ They weren’t the burning bush on top of the mountain/ Or the one who supplies are fountain/ Why must we deal with sitting in the back/ We should all have equal opportunities/ Regardless of the color on are backs/ The scars, bruises, abrasions, and incisions, we have withstood/ All stem from the government, whose intentions are clear and understood, by most black youth  in ghetto neighborhoods/ We must act, to stand up for are rights/ We will fight with are minds/ Out brain cannot be purchased with nickels or dimes/ We will be successful now is the time!