* These kids trapped in a struggle

Nowhere to head at night

Hair full of trouble is all that they're getting

And nobody knows tha suffering they go thru

And u wouldnt believe em if they told you



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So many songs, so many times

The world had to hear so many rhymes

About how life is for strugglers

Minority groups, kids with single mothers

Young hommy's turn hustlers, stealing 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 these kids in prison or dead before they 24



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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

The 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

Can't 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



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