| The youth of today, run wild in the streets
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| They all try to win, in the face of defeat
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| They still, they kill, they’re going straight to hell
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| They don’t hear and they don’t see that they’re not free
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| When I walk down these city streets
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| I see the victims and the casualties
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| Do they stand, a chance today
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| In a world that’s thrown their away
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| They race to the grave
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| Don’t want to heal
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| Don’t want to be saved
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| Abandoned buildings that should be homes
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| Abandoned children left to roam
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| Broken families broken dreams
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| In the night I hear their screams
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| Can’t make your future or kill your past
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| With a spike in your arm or a shotgun blast
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| Till you have the strength to look within
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| You’ll be fighting a battle you’ll never win
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| Mortality suffered society said
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| That money is God and true faith is dead
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| I see it in their eyes tis life they cannot cope
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| The system tells them lies, tries to stick us into giving up hope
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| We’re down, we’re down, but we’re not out
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| There’s still time to find what life’s about
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| Is there a way of telling the troubled youth
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| That what they see on TV is not always the truth
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| We’re down, we’re down, but we’re not out
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| There’s till time to find what life’s about |