V1:

Aiyo I feel so disturbed and stricken with guilt when I see youngsters turnin gangsters cuz their life is cursed

Livin in the streets with nothin to eat

Their stomach's about to burst how could things get any worse

They can't go to the store cuz their too poor but yo they can't work

Cuz if they did who would watch the kids

Their losin their minds yo they're turnin to crime and have to do their bid. These kids can only dream of attendin a University

Crap happens when livin in poverty.

Hook:

They have no money

They have no home

Where there from it's never sunny

Cuz they're in the dark all alone

They're livin in poverty

In poverty

It's such a sad sight to see. (2x)

V2:

It's so sad how the poor always gets it bad

It makes me mad that most of these kids

Don't even have a dad or even a mom

To help keep the babies calm

Yo their happiness keeps gettin bombed

They have to grow up fast

They can never be a child

Gettin shot on the block

The whole situations wild

But that's the lifestyle on the street

They have broken homes or no home at all

They can't afford a phone so if their grandpa were to fall who could they call

No one cuz they got no funds

It's just the name of the game

It's always the same like a rerun

That airs over and over

Except these people have no clovers

They're alive but inside they're dead like Rover

They just have no luck

They can't even learn let alone earn a buck

I have to put it bluntly their life really sucks they have no clean water

Yo they're drinkin muck so yo they get stuck

With diseases

With a war goin on in their own bodies

How could they know what peace is

Their whole lives are crumblin to pieces

They can't even afford a reeses

All they got is their faith in Jesus

That things will get better

So maybe they can afford a sweater

Or pens and pencils so they can write a letter

Aiyo there are a lot of poor people

Who don't do things illegal

So yo they get to live and see a sequel

They take things one day at a time

They never drown in sorrow

Cuz they know they ain't promised tomorrow

They never envy those with Monte Carlos

Cuz they don't succumb to petty jealousy

To them life is a melody

Despite livin in poverty.

Hook:

They have no money

They have no home

Where there from it's never sunny

Cuz they're in the dark all alone

They're livin in poverty

In poverty

It's such a sad sight to see. (2x)