|
Into his flesh the knife cuts |
|
Inside he wants to survive |
|
Surgeons working hard to try to keep him alive |
|
He's only fourteen years old |
|
Beside the bed a cop sighs |
|
Don't think it's fair he's too young to die |
|
Pulse slows and then his heart quits |
|
Doctor's try to shock his life back |
|
They're unaware that in the street he sells crack |
|
Bullet hole through the kidneys |
|
The man who shot him understood |
|
If he could turn it round I'm sure that he would |
|
In times of greed and hate |
|
One must evaluate |
|
The cause of all this pain |
|
Social problems stay the same |
|
In times of greed and hate |
|
One must retaliate |
|
The truth is never plain |
|
Understand this is the strain |
|
Tried to reach society's standard |
|
Have wealth makes you a good man |
|
Not in the wrong he just wants to fit in the plan |
|
Teach our kids of wealth and power |
|
If you happen to live on the wrong side |
|
Got to live a life of crime just to keep you alive |
|
Today morality has lost |
|
Everyone's reaching for the top |
|
We can't change the world if a bullet can't be stopped |
|
In this age we've lost all our values |
|
And maybe nothing can suffice |
|
If it's true we'll crush ourselves in a self destructive vice |
|
In times of greed and hate |
|
One must evaluate |
|
The cause of all this pain |
|
Social problems stay the same |
|
In times of greed and hate |
|
One must retaliate |
|
The truth is never plain |
|
Understand this is the strain |
