Morning, a child is born
Levitated upwards
Ghetto child lies on his back
Doctors sprawl around,
A new dawn
Afternoon, the sun is shining
A child introduced to cold streets
Soon he's roaming, playing
Doing as others do
Thus not a care in the world
Evening, a child awakes to harsh reality
A grey life confined through grey walls
The sun setting behind the clouds and rubble
Occupied by the lure of crime
No time for school or play, just constant trouble
Good night, a child has grown,
Grown into a fateful conflict
Tempers flare
Bullet streams through the air
Ghetto child lies on his back.
