Lyrical Poem: "Reflection"

Can someone please tell me the value of a mother's tears
How much more we gotta give to have this mindless, violence disappears
Right here, in what we have called the greatest country for years
Until we grow as a people,
Its not hard to be in peace its just easier to be evil
Children who have barely lived are meeting the creator
And there's not much I can do so I keep the world in my prayers
Too many storm clouds there's no light from our savior
So we fall into the gifts given by the in-slavers
We do too much to show that we shining and we got money
Our pockets are rich but we poor in the mind, we are some dummies

Abandoning all love except for the love of the glamor
Drugs, gangs, money, and ignorance is my culture's cancer
The scientist says there's no cure, I think my words posses the answer
You are more than a gangster you're more than a dancer
You're more than a hoe you are better than a bitch
We're more than an embarrassment we amount to more than shit
We are all angels sent here on a mission
But the world makes us blinded to our intuition
The screams of a community, the blood from a youngster
Its been a half of century of this, haven't you begun to wonder
Why we try so hard to be on top but we end up being under
Our hearts provides the rain, our pain provides the thunder

Its human nature to always want something
But sadly we find out for years we've be chasing nothing
Now we feel stranded and damn we all alone
America works together as a people but yet people still have no homes
The country was proud to go out and help Haiti
But when it comes to the suffering ones here we've become lazy
We carry too many issues for our lives to intertwine
So we ignore the obvious because if its out of sight its out of mind
We just zombies walking with our spirits forever broken
Dying on the inside from words never spoken
Feeling defeated but we still hoping
Lets stand up instead of going with the motions
Lets better the world for the future generations
So the horrors we had do not need explanations
And feel the implications of our past failures
New history needs to be made, become one of the tailors