Joel Turner - These Kids (Radio Edit) Lyrics
These kids trapped in a struggleand no where to head nowlife full of trouble is all that they're getting inand nobody knows the suffering they go throughand u wouldn't believe em if they told uTrapped in a struggleand no where to head at nighthead full of trouble is all that they're getting inand nobody knows the sufferin they go throughand u wouldn't believe em if they told uSo many songs, so many timesThe world had to hear so many rhymesAbout how life is for strugglersMinority groups, kids with single mothersYoung homies turn hustlers, killing for moneyIt's kinda funny how the crime rate is so highIn suburbs where family ties are low, 'n suicides on the riseOh why, so many die coz in their eyesThe mistake they made, cant be erased the only way out is to take their lifeAnd if they don't do it sudden then they'll do it slowlyPolluting themselves with drugs, because they on this world lonelySo we as a nation just class 'em as a waste of spaceAnd if they don't help the economy then strip 'em *****Put 'em on the streets 'n make sure the police hate 'emAnd feed the public phoney information on the evening newsKids may bomb police stations, to get at the boys in blueThis song goes out to the whole justice systemInstead of listening to the kids with the problemsThey just tick them off moreUntil the kids in prison or he's dead before his twenty fourThese kids trapped in a struggleand no where to head nowlife full of trouble is all they're getting inand nobody knows the sufferin they go throughand u wouldn't believe em if they told uYou probably heard the news about the 14 year old kidWho went to Woodridge to get a stick but got his neck slitWhat you'll expect in, the situation that he was facingWith all of these expectations he just wanted to get wastedBut the mistake he made was fatalWhat about my mate who put a rope around his neckBut he choked to death instead coz the fall never broke his neckSee both of them, were trapped in a struggle none of us could comprehendThe younger was in need of weed, the other had problems with his headNow they're both dead, and the same thing happens time 'n time againKids dying all the time 'n leave us asking why my friendAnd then there is those who run away from homeLive on the streets 'n chromeCan't deal with the pain of the world so they get stonedSit in a zone, become known as the local dronesWith low vocal tones, they communicate with hopeless groansAnd nobody knows they came from broken homesPlus to us they're just emotionless clonesAnd the pain plagues their brains they can't maintain healthy livesChange is all but easy, a life of crime is all but nicePlus life isn't worth living unless ya given the chance to fightDrugs might not be the answer, but who knows wrong from rightWhen ya parents drink 2 whole bottlesOf wine, 'n puts the hose in the coke bottle,A lot of the time, kids don't know any differentIt's like they losing their minds, cant get a hold of their visionsThink they're doing just fine, but they still in the struggleYeah the kids of this time, in a whole lotta troubleIf you in trouble, jump over that puddleSome where out there someone really loves youLoves you like you never been loved, yeahLoves you like you've never been lovedThese kids trapped in a struggleand no where to head nowlife full of trouble is all that they're getting inand nobody knows the sufferin they go throughand u wouldn't believe em if they told uThese kids trapped in a struggleand no where to head nowlife full of trouble is that all that they're getting inand nobody knows the sufferin they go throughand u wouldn't believe em if they told uTrapped in a struggleand no where to head nowlife full of trouble is that all that they're getting inand nobody knows the sufferin they go throughand u wouldn't believe em if they told u
