| I wept streams
for that junky
Trying to get his high on
I wept cause, he’s not caring that the bed he now lie
on
Could certainly be the bed he die on
He buy it Then try it
Now rely on it Soon die on it
I wept rivers for the sistah walking
the streets
I wept cause, she trying to find a few tricks
So she can get a real fix,
Not realizing she at risks
With those trying only to get their kicks.
She don’t respect it Won’t protect it
They compel it So she sell it
I wept oceans for that young man
Who now sit behind bars
I wept cause, he gotta
Repay his debt to the stars
And stripes for taking a few jars
From the shelves---maybe a pack of cigars,
hoping to turn his scars into stars
To improve a life before the bars
He stole them Then sold them
Now sitting, Behind bars that hold him
I wept streams for that mother
Who now has to be on welfare
I wept cause, she live in a place that don’t even care
How she and her children fare
No, it ain’t fare that no one else care
Who will help them out of this despair?
Each day she repeat-same ole, same ole
Then, she can’t sleep
So she also weep
Can you now… understand how…
I wept oceans, rivers, streams
For those who lost their dreams
I wept streams, or so it seems
Let’s wipe and dry every weeping eye
Do more than just sit idly by
Generate some bright sunbeams Create some mo’e dreams
Be about action, cause we can do this… as a team
We just gotta damn up the causes of all these weeping streams
Dkf
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