I walked down a ***** road, my friend gave me a nag
He pointed at a poor boy, no food, saw him drool
Didn't care much, had chips in my bag
But he wasn't going to school,
he rarely got chips
maybe he got forced labor, unnecessary whips
I wanted the chips.
But they needed food, any food,
I unzipped my bad, took out the crisp bag,
lightening up the boy's mood
I wanted it, he needed anything,
at least; to keep him going.
I tossed the bag, the boy caught it
His face was smiling, the moment was lit.