Poverty In My Eyes (America)

The government dont give a damn about me,

Shit if they did I would’nt live within all this poverty.

My mother is too busy fightin’ her own demons to worry about mine

My father never cared about me nor did he have the time.

I look out my window and all I see is destruction and crime.

I tried goin’ to school but for what?

Them books aint gonna stop my brothers and sisters from goin’ hungry at night.

Every single day I open my door I have another battle to fight,

Whether it’s holdin’ on to my last bit of Sanity,

Keepin’ my sobriety,

Or tryin’ to understand this thing we call society.

I find myself lost in this struggle,

Just to get by I have two jobs i gotta juggle.

I dont understand this thing we call life

All I ever got out of it was a whole bunch of bullshit,

Pain and strife.

And so I say this to you as the end of my cry,

This is poverty in my eyes!



Poverty In My Eyes (Africa)

They came and burnt our village today,

With no remorse and nothing to say.

The children went too bed hungry last night,

It kills me to see this sight.

They killed my brother,

Raped my sister,

Beat my mother,

And imprisoned my father.

To fight back I dont even bother

Because all who have tried,

Simply died.

I don’t know how much longer I can endure this struggle,

And so I have to say this loud and not suttle.

They are trying to settle the score,

For a war they don’t even remember why they are fighting.

Meanwhile people are dying,

Children are crying,

And HIV is on the rise.

So as I say this to you I realize

This is poverty in my eyes!