On this Philadelphia street
You walk quickly by and don't acknowledge me
In this the city of brotherly love
But at this makeshift place where I suddenly died you bring flowers and cry
So many have placed flowers and stuffed toys where my life was lost to street violence and this one fact remains ever so true
In life down here though I was nobody to you
I was always somebody to Him
Yes,it seems quite a shame that only in death people have finally learned my name.As life drained away, each breath grew weaker and weaker,inside a faint prayer was reaching out to Him on this litter trash covered sod,somehow I knew these final falling tears running down were reaching the heart of God
And this one fact I know inside as my life and vision dim
I might never have been anybody to you
But I was always somebody to Him