Little Sarah jane ran away from home
Fourteen and Pregnant, she was all alone.
Couldn't run from wrong, and was going to be sent away.
Walking with her blackened blue eyes full of tears,
The burden that she carries- much too old for her years
Looking at her face would confirm your worst fears,
But instead she goes unnoticed.
Sarah Jane, another girl who is dying inside,
You'd think that someone would stop, but we hide.
too intent on completing our day, and she's left there to stay...
Chorus:
Do you hear me, can you see me...walking down the street watching you
You could help me, but you're not looking
I bet you would if only you knew
Do you hear me, can you see me
Walking down the street need you
I want to make it, how do I get there?
If you showed me that you cared, you know you could make a difference.
(Verse 2)
He's left to watch the world from the fifteenthfloor
alone with the reminder, "Don't go out anymore
You know those boys are trouble here in our neighborhood
But you're my boy, and you've got the chance to be something good"
Still the call of the streets was too much to ignore
Now he's caught up in The Game and can't find an open door
He's a good boy gone bad
and he's trying to get out
But everybody's too afraid to hear what he's talking about.
Marcus Brown, lives a life much too old for his age
If no one responds he'll be words on a page
Another statistc, 'cause no calls were made
To check on the boy who was missing from the fifth grade...
(Chorus)
Bridge: Everywhere you turn there's hurting people passing by
it's such a shame that we could change a life, but we don't try to look outside our world and see the problems in this place
The children need an answer, and God needs your face.
Rap(Lisa):
Well I really want to know if you're feelin' me, the situation is real to me.
Rap(Bonafide):
You got me feelin' you under my skin,
Stevie got me wanderin' blind, again and again.
Rap(Lisa):
Do you really have a heart for the least of these
and understand that we really need to teach to these
Or keep livin' in a world were death's a fact,
Little kids askin' "Why my daddy got to die like that?"
Don't want to send your kids to school when they feel they got to pack heat to survive the walk in the streets,
Where young women aren't alive because they still believe the lies and never recognize who God made them inside,
God help us if we don't help them find their way
God help us if we don't change our living today
God help us if we hide in our corner and ignore the cries of the streets
Do you hear what they say?
God, please help them make it through the thunder and the rain
God please send somebody to ease the pain.
You know they need a way up out the game
I know you hear her God, her name is Sarah Jane (and she's crying).
(Chourus until fade)
