Cycles of Bodies

They get on us, press everyone that they call the youth

But not correct us, protect us like they ought to do

Don't respect us, neglect the proof that it's the honest truth

Nerve to repress us, get riled up when we act aloof

Toss us in trash cans, we re-cycle the street cycles

See mad smiles when beasts try and then beat trials

Roads raised us, road rage was our only stage

We play along til the curtains close on the youngest-aged

Rip and tear, tear up on a youngin's final page

They blame us, shame us, say we've locked ourselves in a cage

But is it Daniel's fault to be thrown in a lion's den

For punishment?

When fighting for life to the death was the only way they had shaped our ways?

When killing beasts to eat and survive was our only way?

Give us broken swords and dying pens

and Hennessy and broken dreams

And death sticks of nicotine, and marijuana when we're ten

And then lambasting our behavior from on high, from crowd to stage

And act like they were any better, when they sit in a gilded cage

Suspended from a thousand feet? A single fall, we cause a sprawl

From brawls we call, if something spirals out, then everyone will fall

A thousand different points of view, all from the street level

Yet when eyes are upon us, they call us street devils

Disheveled youth search for bloody truth

Their own or others, nothing new

And the only light that claims to guide them

Blinds them

Ties them down

Provides them

Nothing

When the children grow old

And they see the results

Perhaps chains will be broken

And cycles will stop

But until they get power

And they can grow old

Bodies will litter pavement

And rot in the cold