Lyrics:

I don't have a lot, but I'm proud of what I've got
I can't complain
'Cause I see people hangin' 'round on the city streets downtown
Living on pocket change

There's times I've been confused, felt that I was born to lose
Oh, but I survived
Unlike the ones who pray and feel more than blessed each day
To just be still alive

Is there something we can do?
Seems the odds against survival are a million to one
The only hope they have will die
In the hearts of you and I if nothing's ever done
I can't save them by myself
Oh, but God forbid that I just turn my head and walk on by
Don't let me be a stranger to those less fortunate than I

Seems that old golden rule that I learned back in school
Has lost its shine
It's a crying shame and I wonder, could the blame
Be yours and mine?

Discipline was tough and that old principal was rough
But the times were good
'Cause no one ever found one single child shot down
In the neighborhood

Is there something we can do?
Seems the odds against survival are a million to one
'Cause every day that passes by
Another street gang victim dies and still there's nothing done
I can't save them by myself
Oh, but God forbid that I just run away somewhere and hide
From the fear and the danger of those less fortunate than I

Lord, don't let me be a stranger to those less fortunate than I