Silence. Violence. Darkness. Madness. Cold. and many selfish folks. This world, this world I continue to call home. Ten year old girls walking the night like they grown. Silence, Darkness, and the cold. Dope dealers on the sidewalk, Innocent victim held at gunpoint seen a crime, forced not to talk. Violence, Madness, and some selfish folks. Homeless man where are your clothes? Rich man, I wonder, why dont you find this man a home? Hit him once, a blow to the head. He coulda helped him find a job but he chose to kill him instead. See I may not be from the streets but the family I belong to has seen these defeats. See I may not be from the slums of New York, Boston, or New Jersey. But the visits I take constantly hurt me. You may look down on me and brag, you said "You aint from here, you aint seen pain." My pain and yours may not be identical but they still weigh the same. See I may not be from your streets but please dont curse me and say I should see what you have seen. Bless me and pray to God above that I do not see my brother, sister, or mother shot and their souls only exist now as doves. You say your city doesn't sleep, and I say I have yet to see my town up and about. I know I shouldn't have room to talk, When I have never seen a woman outlined in chalk. But shouldn't you be happy, I didn't have to see what you endured? Bless me and pray to God above that I should not feel your hurt. Though I wish sometimes I did So I know where you coming from when you say "I was abused as a kid." SO you wouldn't feel so completely alone. Silence, Darkness, and the cold. Violence, Madness, and some selfish folks. The streets is a story most leave untold, so what you feel I wouldn't know.