Those Less Fortunate Than I

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 changeThere'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 aliveIs 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 doneI 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 ISeems 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 mineDiscipline 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 neighborhoodIs 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 doneI 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