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