i don t have a lot but i m proud of what i ve got i can t complain cause i see people hangin round on the city streets downtown living on pocket change there s times i ve been confused felt that i was born to lose oh but i survived unlike the ones who pray and feel more than blessed each day to just be still alive is there something we can do seems the odds against survival are a million to one the only hope they have will die in the hearts of you and i if nothing s ever done i can t save them by myself oh but god forbid that i just turn my head and walk on by don t let me be a stranger to those less fortunate than i seems that old golden rule that i learned back in school has lost its shine it s a crying shame and i wonder could the blame be yours and mine discipline was tough and that old principal was rough but the times were good cause no one ever found one single child shot down in the neighborhood is there something we can do seems the odds against survival are a million to one cause every day that passes by another street gang victim dies and still there s nothing done i can t save them by myself oh but god forbid that i just run away somewhere and hide from the fear and the danger of those less fortunate than i  lord don t let me be a stranger to those less fortunate than i