Album: other songs

These Kids

so many songs, so many times
tha world had to hear so many rhymes
about how life is for strugglers
minority groups, kids with single mothers
young hommy's turn hustlers, killing for money
it's kinda funny how tha crime rate is so high
in suburbs where family ties are low, n suicides on tha rise
oh why - so many die coz in their eyes
tha mistake they made, cant be erased tha only way out is to take their life
n if they dont do it sudden then they do it slowly
polluting themselves with drugs, because they on this world lonely
so we as a nation just class em as a waste of space
n if they dont help the economy then strip em naked
put em on tha streets n make sure tha police hate em
n feed tha public phony information on tha evening news
"kids may bomb police stations, to get at tha boys in blue"
this song goes out to tha whole justice system
instead of listening to tha kids with tha problems
you just tick them off more
until the kids in prison or he's dead before he's 24

chorus:

these kids trapped in a struggle &
no where to head at night
hair full of trouble is
all that theyre getting
and nobody knows tha suffering they go thru
and u wouldnt believe em if they told you

verse 2:

you probably heard tha news about tha 14 year old kid
who went to woodridge to get a stick but got his neck slit
what youll expect in, tha situation that he was facing
with all of these expectations he just wanted to get wasted
but tha mistake he made was fatal.
what about my mate who put a rope around his neck
but he choked to death instead coz tha fall never broke his neck
see both of them, were trapped in a struggle none of us could comprehend
tha younger was in need of weed, tha other had problems with his head
now theyre both dead, and tha same thing happens time n time again
kids dying all tha time n leave us asking "why my friend"
n then there is those who run away from home
live on tha streets n chrome
cant deal with tha pain of tha world so they get stoned
sit in a zone, become known as tha local drones
with low vocal tones, they communicate with hopeless groans
n nobody knows they came from broken homes
plus to us their just emotionless clones
and tha pain plagues their brains they cant maintain healthy lives
change is all but easy, a life of crime is all but nice
plus life isnt worth living unless ya given tha chance to fight
drugs might not be tha answer, but who knows wrong from right
when ya parents drinks 2 whole bottles
of wine, n puts tha hose in tha coke bottle,
a lot of tha time, kids dont know any different
it's like they losing their minds, cant get a hold of their visions
think theyre doing just fine, but they still in the struggle
yeah tha kids of this time, in a whole lotta trouble
if you in trouble, jump over that puddle
some where out there someone really loves you,
loves you like you never been loved, yeah,
loves you like you've never been loved

chorus:

these kids trapped in a struggle &
no where to head at night
hair full of trouble is
all that theyre getting
and nobody knows tha suffering they go thru
and u wouldnt believe em if they told you