It brings pain to me to see
Literally, it brings a pain to see
A pain through my brain
A pain through my veins
A pain to see there’s no opportunities
No opportunities for black youths in the communities
But they wonder why
Why black youths, skip class and commit truancy
They even wonder why
Why black youths, tote, boast and prompt,
Guns, whilst running around and advocating lunacy
They even wonder why there’s a decline,
In schools rates of literary and numeracy
They fail to take responsibility
They fail to believe
But they believe
Every black youth is probably illiterate before they begin to speak
You see their beliefs
Their beliefs are for all eyes to see
Their beliefs are probably new to you
Definitely their beliefs aren’t new to me
Their beliefs are old news out here on the streets
In time you will
Don’t worry
I’ll give you time to open your real eyes
To the fact that all they do is
Sit behind their desks, counting thier cheques, scratching their heads
Failing to acknowledge the rise in gang activity
Let me make a public address about the public unrest
Well dear who ever this may concern, what did you expect?
When you fail to provide black youths with positive avenues and activities
Truthfully sometimes
Sometimes I close my eyes and think to myself why do they marginalize?
Why do they marginalize a community in the papers?
Leave a community in the margins,
They simply disregard our titles and where were heading
Sometimes I can only wonder why
Because it’s a story in the streets that seems to be never ending
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