There goes your mom,
Going to her favorite places,
The nail, the hair salon,

As for your father, he’s never around,
You’re not seeing the fruits of his labor,
He’s always on these street corners,

You’re crept up in the corner crying,
The baby is crying, are you even trying,
Poor young girl, she needs guidance,

Just found out your ex boyfriend is dying,
And it’s from AIDS; no one’s coming to her aid,
Poor young girl, now she is dying,

Only 18 and your second child is on its way,
Never had a guardian angel to pave her way,
Damn her parents, can’t even say they tried,

A rocky road, though not the one that’s taken,
She could never stopped asking God, why me,
What did I do to deserve this?

What is it you want from me?
So she gets down on her knees,
And she’s Begging the lord please,

Take back the life you gave me,
And please do so for the ones, who made me,
Who can she blame, who’s to blame,

Her tears are forever flowing,
Poor young girl, for you my heart goes out,
My tears can’t stop falling,

Poor young girl, poor young girl,
For you I pray.