In The Problem Part Of The Neighborhood…

On a dark, windy mornin The snowflakes fall Piles up ten feet tall In the problem part of the neighborhood… (In the problem part of the neighborhood…) And somehow, babies are still born there. I don’t understand, but I’m offering up thoughts and prayers. If only there were something we could do For the problem part of the neighborhood… (In the problem part of the neighborhood…) People, get it through your skulls Stop being poor, you dolts. Or you’ll raise up people, who don’t understood as adults Look at all of us Do you see us making a fuss? Or do we simply go to work away from all that, as we must? Oh the earth spins And more poor people breed as sad as that might be How do they crack a smile when they have no money? In the problem part of the neighborhood… (In the problem part of the neighborhood…) And for some reason They get hungry, instead of not being greedy So they learn how to feed the needy I can’t comprehend the thought of being so gracious, so I’ll make broad assumptions about their former nations. Before the problem part of the neighborhood… (In the problem part of the neighborhood…) Then one night, it’s inevitable These poors will do something impeccable In a bad way of course, that’s all I think of them, they’d probably try doing crime, and to no end for sure, at least in my mind. But the law would pull through, and then within everyone’s view They’d shoot down that poor doing the crime, and we’d all look around and go “phew!” As this scene unfolds, remember what you’re told To pity those with less, and never break from this mold. In the problem part of the neighborhood… (In the problem part of the neighborhood…) On a dark, windy mornin The snowflakes fall The poors get busy, I don’t understand at all. In the problem part of the neighborhood… (In the problem part of the neighborhood…) And it makes me cry (In the problem part of the neighborhood) (In the problem part of the neighborhood) (Oo)