I
know you feel like you're sitting on top of the world,
Because
you can have any girl.
You
walk around like you're the one,
Never
giving a thought to the crazy things you've done.
All
you think about is doing what makes you feel good,
And
hanging in the hood.
When
are you going to get tired of slipping and sliding,
Ducking and dodging, peeping
and hiding?
Your
life isn't worth a dime,
And
you keep doing time.
You're
forever yearning,
Never
learning.
You
complain about the lack of opportunity,
But
it’s you who allows them to pass you by.
You
blame everyone and everything for what's wrong in your life,
But it's you who refuses to live right.
How
long are you going to travel this road?
Don't
you know you are carrying a heavy load?
God
wants you to be free.
Not living in misery.
If you don't change your ways,
You
are living numbered days.
It's
time to turn your life around.
It's
never too late for the lost to be found.
When
you take a stand,
You
will become your own man.
You
can be whatever you want to be
It’s
you who controls your destiny
It
doesn’t matter that you live in the hood.
You
can still live your life for the good.
If
you keep killing, thieving and getting high,
Your
life will pass you by,
And
you will have nothing to show for your years
But
a pocketful of tears.
copyright by P. Newman-Harris