A single mother Struggles hard; Her child's neglected, In her own backyard. An absent father; The T.V.'s on; A little reminder That hope is gone. At christmas time There will be no tree; Just empty eyes And a church meal, free. Boy to father. Father to son. In the same apartment Life goes on. A generation Passes by, And no one seems to understand the Reason why. A new election, And no one votes 'Cause bullets fly On the way to the polls. Sister's wearing a long sleeve shirt; You can bet she's got a story to tell. A bed in the kitchen. A lock on the fridge. You know it's a living hell. At christmas time There will be no tree; Just empty eyes And a church meal, free. How many people have to die before We open up our eyes and see what's going on? When are we gonna break the chains and bring equality To people who don't have it all?