Little Sara Jane ran away from home
Fourteen and pregnant, she was all alone
Couldn't run from wrong and was gonna be sent away
Walked with her blackened blue eyes full of tears
The burden that she carries is much too old for her years
Looking at her face would confirm your worst fears
But, instead, she goes unnoticed
Sara Jane
Another girl who is dying inside
You'd think someone would stop, but we hide
Too intent on completing our day
And she's left there to say....
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
You can make a difference
CHORUS 2
Do you hear me?
Can you see me
Walking down the street needing you?
I wanna make it, how do I get there?
If you showed me that you care, you know
You can make a difference
He's left to watch the world from the Fifteenth Floor
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 got the chance to be somthin' good
Still, the call of the streets is too much to ignore
Now he's caught up in the game and he 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 talkin' about
Marcus Brown
Lives a life much too old for his age
If no one responds, he'll be words on a page
Another statistic, 'cause no calls were made
To check on the boy who was missing from the fifth grade
CHORUS and CHORUS 2
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 delve into the problems in this place
The children need an answer, and God needs your face
CHORUS (Repeat 5X)
Lisa's Rap
Well, I really wanna know
If you're feeling me
This situation is real to me
Bonafide's Rap
You got me feelin' you under my skin
Like Stevie, got me wanderin' blind
Again and again
Lisa's Rap
Do you really have a heart for the least of these
And understand that we really have to teach to these?
Or keep living in a world where death's a fact
And little kids askin', "Why my daddy gotta die like that?"
Don't want to send my kids to school
When they feel they got to pack heat
Just to walk in the streets
Where young 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 the corner and ignore the cries
Of the street
Do you hear what they say?
God please help them make it though the thunder and rain
God please send somebody to ease the pain
You know they need a way up out of the game
I know you hear her, God, and her name is Sara Jane
CHORUS and CHORUS 2, then CHORUS out
