Andy Mineo - Stop the Traffic lyrics

Yeah so many things I wanna address A cosmic issue I do my best These checks are written in blood We're still buying people Slavery never left this 20 plus million women and children These are not numbers they are souls that we dealing with I'm feeling sick thinkin about the innocent Girls that get caught up on the strip Makin money for a pimp See the gangs so slick But it happens all the time Before he broke her body he had to break her mind And the talkin in the air all the stuff she wanna hear Stuff her daddy shoulda told her but he probably wasn't there She 14 he bought her candy and a teddy bear Bought her clothes got her anything she wanna wear He got her nails done, told her that he loved her But he said he'd love her more if she went and made him money When is it all gon' change Slavery still remains Their minds, their hearts All torn apart (We gotta stop the traffic) We must remain Till we see the broken chains (broken chains) Your pain Your scars We'll carry till your freedom is ours To all my fathers that ain't runnin Please tell your daughters that you love them And if you dont then somebody else will Yo they need it just to hear it They might let somebody touch em And some use s** to get love Some use love to get s** And some use s** to get the bread that they need to pay rent cause nobody gonna do it for the kids So tell me what's the price in life? Some children are learnin' how to pull tricks while others learnin' to ride bikes and This right here been under our noses How we didn't know this But now that we know this Expose the darkness If we the light of Christ then we gotta stop taking our reality in doses It's your mother, your sister, your daughter - pray you see her Cause heroes ain't for sale and the body shouldn't be either When is it all gon' change Slavery still remains Their minds, their hearts All torn apart (We gotta stop the traffic) We must remain Till we see the broken chains (broken chains) Your pain Your scars We'll carry till your freedom is ours