To my people stuck in poverty
To my people who be sufferin‘
To my people who be fatherless
To my people who be strugglin‘
my ghetto children
Yo, they say that time tells the tales of men
The clock ticks as I dwell within?where the self begins
My school of thought start expellin‘ friends
Till I’m a— yo, I’m alone again, on the poem again
A Love Jones in the cold of winter, lecture new
Move to Cologne for him, my heart and soul for him
I figure love is like a journey when
You lose yourself to find your home again, hey, yo, the road is thin
And let’s travel my path, a long battle
Teenage parents and drug addicts, gangster rap, love ballads
Green tea and thug passion, the plight is enough
Passive they jacket like say somethin‘ and see what happen
Another portrait of the aft
Hard stares, fingers snappin‘, raw and wasted talent
Handcuffs an urban fashion
I suppose it’s off balance and there must be, must be, must be
To my people stuck in poverty
All around the world, all around the world
To my people who be sufferin‘
All around the world, all around the world
To my people who be fatherless
All around the world, all around the world
To my people who be strugglin‘
All around the world, hey, my ghetto children
All around the world
