The Youth

I try so hard to be left alone,
but with limited places to hide
I'm always found before the day is through.
It's a bad place to be, outside.
People lying on the streets,
dying on the streets.

The wars of our fathers may be through,
but what about the youth of today?
What about our war?

Bigger than any other war,
than the war to end all wars.
Street war-
between the classes of different youth,
different labels and their different ways,
different ways of handling this war.
Our war.

Nobody should be alone in this war,
around here.
In the streets of this town nobody will hear you,
nobody will save you,
nobody is around.
Never walk alone.

We all try to be hidden.
Quiet as a Lion hunting for it's family,
sly as the Fox from the books,
yet still we are found.

You'll never get away from it all,
the fighting, the pain, the most powerful yet;
The war of the streets.
Why take the chance?
Why risk your life?
You'll never save the streets you love.
Don't take that chance.

I don't think you understand,
you're not really a part of it
You'll say 'listen to some music, it will all be fine' (but it won't!)
Thing will never be the same,
because of the youth of my day.