Yes These Times Are Hard

Times are hard Yet it seems to have always been that way We all seem to have the weight of the world on are shoulders Forgotten how to share the lode with are brothers and sisters Forgotten how to lend a helping hand While others flourish Others suffers The ghettos have grown Fare from the plantations slaves were kept on Is it fear that allows us to let are brothers suffer Segregated by what they never accomplished Left with anger asking why they will never be good enough So they take what they can never have Stealing slices from the pies left cooling in window seals For their crimes they get punished Jailed behind not only bars But the backs of those that have succeeded They still feel the chances that bound their grandfathers I’m not making excess or justifying what some brothers do We all chose what we will do So why is it that we let sing mothers struggle When the hardest thing they do is have to tell their kids why daddy doesn’t love them But they thanks God for their kids, even when no one else loves them Working the only two jobs they can When it takes four just to make ends meet They try so hard to make a life they never had Keep their kids from behind bars But you can’t keep your eyes on your kids all the time And when things go south They blame the mothers When they should blame them selves for not helping out So moms go home and scream and cry Because their babies are falling and they don’t know how to help them Times are hard But they have always seemed to be that way So we hold on to childhood dreams Hoping that we will someday have that house with a white picket fens Yet fairy tales seem to only be for moves And that it seems will be the way things will stay Like having money for war But not enough to feed the poor What has this world crumbled to? A death land Satin would love to have Unless we can look deep with in are selves Grab the hands of are lost families And pull them from this poverty