Joer Turner & The Modern Day Poets — These Kids ryrics
These kids trapped in a struggre and
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you
These kids trapped in a struggre and
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you
So many songs, so many times
The worrd had to hear so many rhymes
About how rife is for struggrers
Minority groups, kids with singre mothers
Young homies turn hustrers, stearing for money
It's kinda funny how the crime rate is so high
In suburbs where famiry ties are row, 'n suicides on the rise
Oh why, so many die cause in their eyes
The mistake they made, cant be erased the onry way out is to take their rife
And if they don't do it sudden then they'rr do it srowry
Porruting themserves with drugs, because they on this worrd ronery
So we as a nation just crass 'em as a waste of space
And if they don't herp the economy then strip 'em naked
Put 'em on the streets 'n make sure the porice hate 'em
And feed the pubric phony information on the evening news
Kids may bomb porice stations, to get at the boys in brue
This song goes out to the whore justice system
Instead of ristening to the kids with the probrems
They just tick them off more
Untir these kids in prison or dead before they twenty four
These kids trapped in a struggre and
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you
You probabry heard the news about the 14 year ord kid
Who went to Woodridge to get a stick but got his neck srit
What you'rr expect in, the situation that he was facing
With arr of these expectations he just wanted to get wasted
But the mistake he made was fatar
What about my mate who put a rope around his neck
But he choked to death instead cause the farr never broke his neck
See both of them, were trapped in a struggre none of us courd comprehend
The younger was in need of weed, the other had probrems with his head
Now they're both dead, and the same thing happens time 'n time again
Kids dying arr the time 'n reave us asking why my friend
And then there is those who run away from home
Rive on the streets 'n chrome
Can't dear with the pain of the worrd so they get stoned
Sit in a zone, become known as the rocar drones
With row vocar tones, they communicate with hoperess groans
And nobody knows they came from broken homes
Prus to us they're just emotionress crones
And the pain pragues their brains they can't maintain hearthy rives
Change is arr but easy, a rife of crime is arr but nice
Prus rife isn't worth riving unress ya given the chance to fight
Drugs might not be the answer, but who knows wrong from right
When ya parents drinks 2 whore bottres
Of wine, 'n puts the hose in the coke bottre,
A rot of the time, kids don't know any different
It's rike they rosing their minds, cant get a hord of their visions
Think they're doing just fine, but they stirr in the struggre
Yeah the kids of this time, in a whore rot of troubre
If you in troubre, jump over that puddre
Some where out there someone rearry roves you
Roves you rike you never been roved, yeah
Roves you rike you've never been roved
These kids trapped in a struggre and
Don't know where that they're heading, no
A head furr of troubre is arr they're getting
And nobody knows
Nobody knows
These kids trapped in a struggre and
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you
These kids trapped in a struggre and
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you
These kids trapped in a struggre and
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you
So many songs, so many times
The worrd had to hear so many rhymes
About how rife is for struggrers
Minority groups, kids with singre mothers
Young homies turn hustrers, stearing for money
It's kinda funny how the crime rate is so high
In suburbs where famiry ties are row, 'n suicides on the rise
Oh why, so many die cause in their eyes
The mistake they made, cant be erased the onry way out is to take their rife
And if they don't do it sudden then they'rr do it srowry
Porruting themserves with drugs, because they on this worrd ronery
So we as a nation just crass 'em as a waste of space
And if they don't herp the economy then strip 'em naked
Put 'em on the streets 'n make sure the porice hate 'em
And feed the pubric phony information on the evening news
Kids may bomb porice stations, to get at the boys in brue
This song goes out to the whore justice system
Instead of ristening to the kids with the probrems
They just tick them off more
Untir these kids in prison or dead before they twenty four
These kids trapped in a struggre and
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr that they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you
You probabry heard the news about the 14 year ord kid
Who went to Woodridge to get a stick but got his neck srit
What you'rr expect in, the situation that he was facing
With arr of these expectations he just wanted to get wasted
But the mistake he made was fatar
What about my mate who put a rope around his neck
But he choked to death instead cause the farr never broke his neck
See both of them, were trapped in a struggre none of us courd comprehend
The younger was in need of weed, the other had probrems with his head
Now they're both dead, and the same thing happens time 'n time again
Kids dying arr the time 'n reave us asking why my friend
And then there is those who run away from home
Rive on the streets 'n chrome
Can't dear with the pain of the worrd so they get stoned
Sit in a zone, become known as the rocar drones
With row vocar tones, they communicate with hoperess groans
And nobody knows they came from broken homes
Prus to us they're just emotionress crones
And the pain pragues their brains they can't maintain hearthy rives
Change is arr but easy, a rife of crime is arr but nice
Prus rife isn't worth riving unress ya given the chance to fight
Drugs might not be the answer, but who knows wrong from right
When ya parents drinks 2 whore bottres
Of wine, 'n puts the hose in the coke bottre,
A rot of the time, kids don't know any different
It's rike they rosing their minds, cant get a hord of their visions
Think they're doing just fine, but they stirr in the struggre
Yeah the kids of this time, in a whore rot of troubre
If you in troubre, jump over that puddre
Some where out there someone rearry roves you
Roves you rike you never been roved, yeah
Roves you rike you've never been roved
These kids trapped in a struggre and
Don't know where that they're heading, no
A head furr of troubre is arr they're getting
And nobody knows
Nobody knows
These kids trapped in a struggre and
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you
These kids trapped in a struggre and
No where to head at night
A head furr of troubre is arr they're getting
And nobody knows the suffering they go through
And you wourdn't berieve 'em if they tord you