I'm told everyday
I don't know the struggle of the streets
I'm not saying that's not true but adults just fail to see
They don't see what's in the school
Or that I see the poverty
Drugs passing through the halls like a type of flu you see
I wish it were a joke but then I really wouldn't see
The hurt
The pain
The lies
But that's what happens on the street
She's a single mother
Only sixteen
A life supposed to come from love
Just made of violent tragedy
The kids that we know
Dropping like the plague
Laced drugs they put in their bodies
Changing how they behave
A girl gets bullied to death
Just in the eighth grade
Because her teeth weren't straight
And she didn't have Gucci 'round her waist
She bullied herself
Pushed herself to end it
Her parents worked hard
Didn't make money just to spend it
A couple coming back from prom
Having a great time
But on one hand they had been drinking
Then they decided to drive
You have to imagine the mothers pain
The tears in their eyes
When they had to identify their babies
Finding they'd just died
Maybe
I don't live out in the streets
But I realize pain and suffering
Wasn't even on the streets to get to see life this way.