These distraught thoughts of a single mother in a homeless shelterAbout pain and heartache, ain’t nothing you can tell herThe case worker says that she should find a jobBut does this worker know what kind of jobs that there are?Degrading things like cleaning up people's vomitFor a little bit of dough, and plus your brain gets nothing from itI'm smarter than that this girl thinks to herselfI'm worth more than that, she thinks to herselfShe pours a drink for herself while she stares out the windowThis guy says he got work for her, maybe she should go to him yoThe money's good, and plus he'll dress her up niceShe left her baby's daddy cuz he beat her up twiceShe don't really like sexBut she hates welfare checksAnd where there's money, that's where she thinks there's respectAnd what's this girl's purpose? Will she self-destruct?When this sisters about to go down, who's there to help her up?[Les Nubians singing Chorus][Guru]These distraught thoughts of a young man in a rooming houseThis messed up life, this poverty, he could do withoutBut what options does he have when all hope is gone?A brother gotta eat, plus all the Henny and all the smoke is goneAll it takes is one quick stickGotta fill his belly now, which vic should he pick?He does his dirt all by his lonely, forget his homiesHe doesn't fell like splitting any loot, them suckas be acting phonySo much potential but all gone to wasteNow he lurks in night, with a loaded gun on his waistToo late for this lost soul, his life's in a chokeholdMentality is weak, and doing crime is all he knowsNever caring who he hurts, as long as he's taking moneyForget an education, and legal ways of making moneyAnd what's this kid's purpose? Will he self-destruct?When a brother's about to go down, who's there to help him up?[Les Nubians singing Chorus][Guru]Who's there for my people on the streets? (Who's there? Who's there?)Who's there for my people who got nothing to eat? (Who's there? Who's there?)They build more prisons, and clos...