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Take a peek through the ghetto hole
it don’t rain in this hood
we need the flowers to grow
we need seed to sow
We need trees with leaves
we need grass that’s green
we need beauty to be seen
Too much blood mixed with soil
Along with assorted shell casings & crack pipes
too hard to till and cultivate
Bodies shot and turned cold
Blood coagulated like a Jell-O mold
Stiffs lie in the county morgue on hold
we need shelter in times of cold
we need shade from the fallen sun
we need to use our fist
Instead of knives and guns
We don’t need welfare
we need a system that cares
we need to get off the streets
we need to break bread and eat
We need schools for our children, that teach
We need less abusive sheriffs & police
With their foot on the back of our necks
And our face to the ground where’s the respect?
We need to reform
Spark a revolt without harm
we need less projects & more homes
we need employment not just for paychecks
But for our enjoyment
We need to pick and enjoy the fruit
from the trees we grow
from the seeds we sow
Sustained by the rain we dance for
from the soil we till and cultivate
and while we’re at it
more love & less hate
