When youths come check for work to do,
Your reply is to tell them "I can't help you".
Look upon their feet, there's not even a shoe to wear,
Look upon their face, all you see is fear
How do you think they're gonna survive?
I guess you shoulda known by now.
They'll be robbing, stabbing, looting in the street,
'Cause you know each and everyone needs to eat
There's robbing stabbinng shooting all over,
and you know it happens on the corner.