Child Rights

Child rights, that’s what’s right, uh
E’ry night I think about it I gotta use all my might not to start a fight
It ain’t alright
We gotta help. But how? OH well
You gotta think real hard. Use your mind
And with some time, we boutta spit a rhyme
You hear ‘bout them kids in Sudan? (WHAT)
They forced to shoot a gun with they hands (uh)
Every day they could die, they kidnapped, they don’t know why. They Mommy is dead, they daddy is dead
These thoughts all rushing around they head
Why does this happen? It doesn’t have to
With kind hearts and compassion there’s a lot we could do
Have you heard about them kids in India? (nah)
Sewing lot’s of clothes
They ain’t got no homes
They living on the streets
They ain’t got nothing to eat
If they don't work enough, they bodies get beat
Why does this happen? It doesn’t have to
With kind hearts and compassion, there’s a lot we could do
Child rights, that’s what’s right, uh
E’ry night I think about it
I gotta use all my might not to start a fight
It ain’t alright. We gotta help. But how?
OH well
You gotta think real hard. Use your mind
And after all this time, we just spit a rhyme