Begging a Dollar

Ghetto youth survived I used to beg for a dollar
In Jamaica trying to survive ghetto youths them try
A lucky one him survived that's me with a smile
Now I got to remember those that died no one else care that's why
We all begged for the dollar struggling by the hour
Excuse me Madam do you have a dollar
Excuse me Sir do you have a dollar

Watching the police or the individuals acting like beasts
Puffing like yeast nothing would they share on release
Wishing blind at the starving child in this age of time
This pattern is still a crime, ghetto youths begging to get by
Fools thinking in disguise because they living high
Trying to silent the cries none care if ghetto youths live or die
Excuse me my friends, my sisters, my brothers do you have a dollar

No need to yell about going to hell we're already there my friends
Can't you tell paradise in hell, the wars, the destructions, there is no water in the wells
Still born due to poor health, on the other side of the fence I saw enormous wealth
Churches with pews of gold collecting the money and robbing the souls
Governmental subsidy for illusions of schemes industrial greed
So much profit without benefits the ghetto youths feeling it
It's just a dollar no need for your verbal shower & swelling like a frog

Putting their faces in sag as they tighten their hands
Without a second thought some gave with an open heart
And advices to stay in school as well as try not to be rude
"Young one you must achieve what others fail to do"
Now I am very, very happy I got up off the stool
I used my knowledge of creativity to pay my way through school
Ghetto youths of the World be cool let no one turn you into fools

Continue begging for your dollar
As well as strive for bettering your tomorrows

© Ank J. SteadySpear, Artist@Large, Poetic MC, The Scribe 2004 IYOTL