I don't have a lot, but I'm proud of what I've got   I can't complain   'Cause I see people hangin' round, on the city streets downtown   Living on pocket change   There're times I've been confused, felt that I was born to lose   Oh but I survived    Unlike the one's who pray and feel more than blessed each day   To just be still alive      Is there something we can do   Seems the odds against survival are a million to one   The only hope they have will die   In the hearts of you and I if nothing's ever done   I can't save them by myself   Oh but God forbid that I just turn my head   And walk on by   Don't let me be a stranger to those less fortunate than I      Seems that old golden rule, that I learned back in school   Has lost its shine   It's a crying shame, and I wonder could the blame    Be yours and mine   Discipline was tough, and that old principal was rough   But the times were good   'Cause no one ever found one single child shot down   In the neighborhood      Is there something we can do   Seems the odds against survival are a million to one   'Cause every day that passes by    Another street gang victim dies    And still there's nothing done   I can't save them by myself   Oh but God forbid that I just run away somewhere and hide   From the fear and the danger of those less fortunate than I    Lord don't let me be a stranger to those less fortunate than I