The Poor Mans Child
USA Fourteen percent of the population
create thirty nine percent of the crime
Fifty seven percent of USA male prisoners
come from live's of poverty
Seventy two percent of USA female prisoners
come from lives of poverty
The Doctors child, hears the thoughts of a Doctor
The Lawyers child, hears the thoughts of a Lawyer
The Rich Mans child struggles
so he pays for a tutor
The Rich mans Child Struggles
so he pays for a computer
with wealth comes privileged education
The poor mans child struggles
and slips through the cracks of the system
no job for him he's unemployed
Selling drugs makes money
money for the games of childhood
drugs to make, the poor man smile
drugs that hide their grief and pain
money to pay for the rent and bills
money to pay for the poor child's thrills
with drugs they die from overdose
with addiction, they become, crimes hosts
the puppets of the mafia
home invasions, shops and crime
police arrest the poor mans child
from gutter snipe he now grows wild
with fight and wars his life's a test
no job for him, his life's a mess
I spoke to a woman wracked with drugs
you're a fool she stated I know best
drugs make life a game of chance
try them now they make life fun
yet the choice of Mothers, teach the child
children grow with the things they're told
children learn from the things they've seen
like how to steal and which mans green
your life's too quite, it's boring now
I'll race my cars be number one
I'll have some fun on the streets we run
came the words I heard from the drug girls son
yet time moves swiftly past my friend
with broken laws it's jail time bend
with drugs and friends they teach you more
It's rape and violence I deplore
I know a woman tried and true
that from poverty climbed and grew
became a nurse and taught a youth
a path to climb above the pain
a path to live with life's respect
The poor mans child
learns arguments
children watch as drug parents fight
children watch the alcoholic nights
children watch and learn your words
children watch and learn your games
children suffer rape and pain
You cry unto the cold dark night
why do we have our wars and fight
does poverty create the pain
does poverty create the drive
that leads to violence yet again
we should stand up against the tide
lets fight against the poverty ride
Granted life's not black and white
sometimes its wealthy people make, bad choices
and poor people choose to overcome poverty
we are still responsible for our own choices
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