Kids crying, fathers dying, mothers trying to make a way

Everyone one else wonders what is there to say

There's nothing you can do to ease the pain, mend the brokenness of a community that probably should've never began

Welfare, unemployment, slinging rocks on every corner

There's nothing more disgusting than a brother struggling trying to stack some quarters

But yet, all this commotion and evil in disguise can only make one think "Lord, why I?"

They drive around in nice cars, live in fancy houses with a pool on the side

But won't even bother to try and help a community learn how to live and thrive

The voices are silent and the cries are even more private

Because nobody will ever understand the feelings inside of an unheard community that has died