A beautiful butterfly perched outside my windowsill, such a sight to see In a place where darkness dwells, from the depth of a forgotten city a wretched hell
I hear a song like no other you've ever heard so tone deaf I can't even hear the words gun shots ring out It's a thundering sound with no witnesses to see and no cops around an ambulance screeches In the distance another soul, a life Is taken but this won’t be the last somewhere a mothers heart is breaking from a few doors down I can hear a soft voice crying a little girls plea, her hopes slowly dying a bird with a broken wing struggles to fly a beat up woman runs and hides
a poor man lays In the streets with torn pants and nothing to eat no jacket for warmth no shoes on his feet so discarded and alone with nowhere to go where will he end up nobody knows so many homeless families with broken dreams to weak to fight so hopeless it seems the ghetto is a place where no one should be living life trapped in an impoverished reality so to you I ask, are you guilty of greed? are you the one are you ever In need reach into your pocket and dig down deep because what you have now may not be yours to keep
For I am that Woman, Man, Child and Bird I come from the Bronx NY haven't you heard ~Word~