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cry of a stray

i remember my past friends used to talk to me they had me feeling that a fighter was the thing to be and suddunly the dark didnt seem so tuff i had it rough and it wasnt enough i realized my mom almost payed the price she almost gave her life to raise me right and all i had to was to find a dream and find a light so i can fight im trying to make a dollar outta 15 cents its hard to be legit and still pay the rent but still there darkness and sin i try my friends but there blowing in the wind its like last nite when i lost my whole family its gunna take a man in me to conquer this insanity it seems the rain will let up i try to keep my head but i keep getting wetter its funny when it raians it pours but if i fall i will stand tall and come back for more they say there is no hope for the youth but the truth is there an't no hope for the future and wondor why we crazy i blame my father left us all for a crack ho im not ment to survive i think its a set up but even thou im fed up im keeping my head up