Roaming around Riverside city,
seeing those kids with poor living,
you stop and stare and what do you see, 
ripped clothes and teens smoking weed. 
I ask them why they live this way, 
and they say, 
as you see my dad doesn't care.
He always hits my my mom and makes me stare. 
I always get scared that one day he will hurt her real bad,
but then again, 
I understood why he was like that.
You see my family has no more money, 
I have to steal just so I can have my daily meal.
As you see there are a lot of rich people,
but way more poor.
I can never buy anthing from any brand store.
California is a hard state to live in
with all the shootings and the gangs 
that you never know when your going to be dead.
You can't go outside at certain times
Dealing with hood rats with thier crimes
knowing that one of your bros gonna die
seeing those mothers crying all the time. 
But this is all here, in the California life. 
While walking away from those kids
many people misjudge them 
and say they are hard to deal with.
Personally we all should be focusing to help these kids.
But hey, I can't deal with this sistuation alone
this is exactly why I wrote this poem. 
So everyone can be aware of these life styles
and it's up to you wheather you want to help to make a change.