Dear America,
This is a wakeup call. No longer can we disregard our seed that will one day grow up to be the trees we need to proceed.
While I'm on my knees begging and pleading, there are kids in the street crying and screaming.
From the hungry and diseased with no mommy to claim it's needs.
To the babies lost at sea, addicted to methamphetamines: Shaking like a feen before its face is ever seen.
When will we wake up from this bad dream: Turn our eyes to the sky and start to realize.
All the neglect and disrespect must cease before our children’s futures are deceased.
Without them there is no us, now is the time to discuss, a strategy we must: Put in to play before the day we lose their trust.
While we’re concerned with money and material things, little boys and girls are letting go of their dreams.
Never looking past today because tomorrow’s just another day: Don't you see, we are what they need to succeed.
We must pick up the slack and make a pact to get our children future back: Black, White, Puerto Rican to Korean let start the healing.
Don't think you can't affect a loving touch can leave a lasting impact: Now is your chance, as you walk past give that child another glance:
If all it took was you what would you do: turn your back and think it not part of your facts, or realize that every child scorned is another American sore?
