When I look outside my window I see a whole lot of pain.
I see drug deals going bad and bullets about to rain.
A fourteen-year-old girl on the hoe stroll,
just walking zombie as she sells her soul.
The youth looking up to the older fools
With their pants hanging low not even thinking about school.
Not allowing their minds to grow. But it’s cool.
Because the penitentiary is not looking to give out an education,
just a commitment from a wanna be and a life long dedication.
A material world chasing an illusion,
Caught up in a vicious cycle and a ball of confusion.
Where is the guidance?
That is the only solution.
I see choices are being made on the dark side,
doing whatever it takes for a fresh ride.
Hearing evil and seeing much worse,
feeling that this ghetto living must be a curse.
Smiling faces are not often seen.
Instead, it’s broken homes, violent gangs, and dope fiends.
Girls becoming mothers at such an early age,
adapting and thinking that things will never change.
Conditioned to fail and born raising hell.
Where is the guidance, so that we can excel?
When I look outside my window, so many problems I see.
I began to realize that part of the problem is me.
Sitting here knowing something could be done,
but I wait and hesitate until one day the victim is my son.
NO way! This day, I must make up my mind.
Because trying to make a difference is well worth the try.
I got nothing to lose, but maybe my life,
But there is much more to gain, if I would only strive.
My God, My family, and My community is the just cause.
Yes, finding something to die for
is better than dying for nothing at all.
Written by J. Love