These hard times
But we rise
These hard times
But we rise
Touch the skies
You see
Little ghetto king
Why do you cry?
Your momma's hungry
And daddy's goodbye
Little ghetto queen
Where do you go?
The streets came calling
A body for the low-ly
You tear the chains that bind
Deepen your depth of mind
You reap your stolen seed
Then tell them 'cause you can't breathe