Living

Look at all those people

Living in those places

The look of desperation

Written on their faces

No escape no way out

Trapped in a cycle of doubt

Are they happy I don't know

Pockets are empty nothing to show

Living, just living

Hyped out on this

Crapped out on that

I'm tired, give me something

Is that all there is, is that all there is?

Not much hope for any future

No desire to recall the past

Lower standards of education

Hard to think when your stomach is empty

Pro-creation, no conscience, no caution

Another one look what you've done

Soon another mouth to feed

Babies for income, you can't tell me that's

Living, just living

Hyped out on this

Hyped out on that

I'm tired, show me something

Is that all there is, is that all there is?

Walls of many colors

Look at what they're saying

Territorial frustration

There's a war zone inside this nation

A young man stands accused

Street life is nothing new

Filled with anger, filled with hatred

The situation is understated