text: In the presence of struggle
  Everyone has hope
  But what if we run out?
  Theres no rich and no poor
  No waves on the shore
  All the trees burn down
  Were ruining our own mother
  Stomping her right to the ground
  Then when we beg for forgiveness
  We never walk the mile
  I know you can hear me
  Feel you all around
  Just wish that you could answer
  Or even make a sound
  Oh Ive got questions God
  Like why dont you tell us what were doing wrong?
  Do you hear me, you hear us?
  My city, my people
  We callin, we callin, we callin
  On ya
  The streets getting crazy
  Just like the 80s
  Were zombies and dont even know it
  The sick just get sicker
  From cancer to liquor
  And nobody cares to control it
  We all know whats happening
  Some people only play dumb
  But I cant ignore it no more
  I, I wont run
  I know you can hear me
  I feel you all around
  I hope you will answer
  While Im praying on the ground
  Hands together
  Knees on the ground
  Heads in the clouds, yeah
  Praying out loud
  Lost innocence cause
  Im just looking for clarification
  On what Im doing wrong?