LyricsThese Kids

THESE KIDS TRAPPED IN

A STRUGGLE AND

KNOW WHERE THEY'RE

HEADING, NO

A HEAD FULL OF

TROUBLE IS ALL THAT

THEY'RE GETTING

AND NOBODY KNOWS

THE SUFFERING THEY

GO THROUGH

AND YOU WOULDN'T

BELIEVE 'EM IF THEY

TOLD YOU

TRAPPED IN A

STRUGGLE AND

KNOW WHERE

THEY'RE HEADING, NO

A HEAD FULL OF

TROUBLE IS ALL

THAT THEY'RE GETTING

AND NOBODY KNOWS

THE SUFFERING THEY

GO THROUGH

AND YOU WOULDN'T

BELIEVE 'EM IF THEY

TOLD YOU

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 HOMIES TURN

HUSTLERS, STEALING

FOR MONEY

IT'S KINDA FUNNY HOW

THE CRIME RATE IS SO HIGH

IN SUBURBS WHERE

FAMILY TIES ARE LOW, 'N

SUICIDES ON THE RISE

OH WHY, SO MANY DIE

COZ IN THEIR EYES

THE MISTAKE THEY

MADE, CANT BE ERASED

THE ONLY WAY OUT IS

TO TAKE THEIR LIFE

AND IF THEY DON'T DO IT

SUDDEN THEN THEY'LL

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

AND IF THEY DON'T HELP

THE ECONOMY THEN

STRIP 'EM NAKED

PUT 'EM ON THE

STREETS 'N MAKE SURE

THE POLICE HATE 'EM

AND FEED THE PUBLIC

PHONY INFORMATION ON

THE EVENING NEWSKIDS

MAY BOMBSTATIONS,

TO GET AT

THE BOYS IN BLUE

THIS SONG GOES OUT TO

THE WHOLE JUSTICE

SYSTEM

INSTEAD OF LISTENING

TO THE KIDS WITH THE

PROBLEMS

THEY JUST TICK THEM

OFF MORE

UNTIL THESE KIDS IN

PRISON OR DEAD

BEFORE THEY TWENTY FOUR

THESE KIDS TRAPPED IN

A STRUGGLE AND

KNOW WHERE

THEY'RE HEADING, NO

A HEAD FULL OF

TROUBLE IS ALL THAT

THEY'RE GETTING

AND NOBODY KNOWS

THE SUFFERING THEY

GO THROUGH

AND YOU WOULDN'T

BELIEVE 'EM IF THEY

TOLD YOU

YOU PROBABLY HEARD THE NEWS

ABOUT THE 14 YEAR OLD KID

HE WENT TO WOODRIDGE TO

GET A STICK BUT GOT HIS NECK

SLIT WHAT YOU'LL EXPECT IN,

THE SITUATION THAT HE WAS

FACING WITH ALL OF THESE

EXPECTATIONS HE JUST WANTED

TO GET WASTED BUT THE

MISTAKE HE MADE WAS FATAL

WHAT ABOUT MY MATE

WHO PUT A ROPE AROUND HIS

NECK BUT HE CHOKED TO DEATH

INSTEAD COZ THE 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, THE OTHER HAD

PROBLEMS WITH HIS HEAD

NOW THEY'RE BOTH DEAD,

AND THE SAME THING HAPPENS

TIME 'N TIME AGAIN KIDS DYING

ALL THE TIME 'N LEAVE US

ASKING WHY MY FRIEND

AND THEN THERE IS THOSE WHO

RUN AWAY FROM HOME LIVE

ON THE STREETS 'N CHROME

CAN'T DEAL WITH THE PAIN OF

THE WORLD SO THEY GET STONED

SIT IN A ZONE, BECOME

KNOWN AS DRONES

WITH LOW VOCAL TONES, THEY

COMMUNICATE WITH HOPELESS GROANS

AND NOBODY KNOWS THEY CAME FROM

BROKEN HOMES PLUS TO US THEY'RE

JUST EMOTIONLESS CLONES

AND THE PAIN PLAGUES

THEIR BRAINS THEY CAN'T MAINTAIN

HEALTHY LIVES CHANGE IS ALL BUT

EASY, A LIFE OF CRIME IS

ALL BUT NICE

PLUS LIFE ISN'T WORTH LIVING

UNLESS YA GIVEN THE CHANCE TO

FIGHT DRUGS MIGHT NOT BE

THE ANSWER, BUT WHO KNOWS WRONG

FROM RIGHT WHEN YA PARENTS

DRINKS 2 WHOLE BOTTLES OF WINE,

'N PUTS THE HOSE IN THE

COKE BOTTLE,

A LOT OF THE TIME, KIDS DON'T KNOW

ANY DIFFERENT LIKE THEY LOSING

THEIR MINDS, CAN'T GET A HOLD OF

THEIR VISIONS THINK THEY'RE DOING

JUST FINE, BUT THEY STILL IN THE

STRUGGLE YEAH THE KIDS OF THIS

TIME, IN A WHOLE LOTTA TROUBLE

IF YOU IN TROUBLE, JUMP OVER

THAT PUDDLE SOMEBODY OUT

THERE REALLY LOVES YOU LOVES YOU

LIKE YOU NEVER BEEN LOVED, YEAH

LOVES YOU LIKE YOU'VE

NEVER BEEN LOVED

THESE KIDS TRAPPED IN A STRUGGLE

AND KNOW WHERE THEY'RE

HEADING, NO

HEAD FULL OF TROUBLE IS ALL

THAT THEY'RE GETTING

AND NOBODY KNOWS NOBODY KNOWS

THESE KIDS TRAPPED IN

A STRUGGLE AND KNOW WHERE

THEY'RE HEADING, NO

HEAD FULL OF TROUBLE IS

ALL THEY'RE GETTING AND NOBODY

KNOWS THE SUFFERING THEY

GO THROUGH

AND YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE 'EM

IF THEY TOLD YOU

TRAPPED IN A STRUGGLE AND

DON'T KNOW WHERE

THEY'RE HEADING, NO

HEAD FULL OF TROUBLE IS ALL

THAT THEY'RE GETTING AND NOBODY KNOWS

THE SUFFERING THEY GO THROUGH

Composer
Tim Alan Turner, Joel Gabriel G Turner
Lyrics
Tim Alan Turner, Joel Gabriel G Turner