Sir I don't mean
To be a bother/
But my stomachs aching
Could you please lend me a dollar?/
I truly need food
I won't blow it on muddy water/
Last time I was ever faded
I was walkin outt tha barbers/
Times changed tho and
So did my money/
In the heart of Philadelphia
But it ain't always sunny/
It's a cold city
Catchin flus my nose runny/
And cold in the sense
They think my situations funny/
Digg into your heart for me
Not into your pockets/
And it's okay sir
If you don't got it, you don't got it/
Muster up the courage
Damn I'm really bout to beg/
On my last leg
This willing to get fed/
Confessing the fact
I've lost everything I own/
Juss for money to some
Strangers that Ive never even known/
f** that my next
Meals not worth my pride/
Poverty is everywhere
A Leading cause of Suicide/
Damn..
2Pac (got money for wars but can't feed the poor) -hook-
Head to another spot
Right round the globe/
In them broke shacks
Scattered thru a dirt road/
Meet young Amaka
She wanna be a docta/
But the lack Of Education
Gott her dreams on hold/
Her mothers kinda brittle
So she raises her siblings/
But Never met her dad
Don't even knows if he's living/
Gotta thirst for knowledge
So when her siblings sleep/
She hits the books studying
Buried nose deep/
Until one night rebels
Broke into her home/
While she was studying
And dragged her out all alone/
She was being raped
Her screams woke up her mother/
But The older brittle woman
Struggled getting out the covers/
Neighbors Witt guns hit the scene
So bet the crooks fled/
One of the neighbors
Licked shots and now a crooks dead/
Last person to arrive
At the scenes amakas mama/
She looks at the fallen crook
And cries "that's amakas fatha"/
Poverty Is Real