I gaze out my window,
And see poverty at its greatest.
Minorities co-existing, mingling,
Scraping up change to make pennies.
My stomach groans at witnessing this.

It sets a fire in my soul,
Momentum starts to burn.

How I yearn for the end of this struggle
Yet its all I know,
Leaving me with no place to go.
Striving to live since birth
This pain is my way.

This pain is my way
It sets a fire in my soul
Leaving me with no place to go.
Scraping up change to make pennies.
Momentum starts to burn.
Scramble my words.