The air is rank with despairation,
Another nation of self hating youth.
Reaching out for some love .
Another hug.
Just a little afection a little attention
to help them get by,
But what do we do as a nation of babys
bringing up babys,
addictied to smack and ice,
getting your fix no matter the price,
too tired to say i love you,
and when she looks she sees ,
her mom on her knees ,
blow for blow,
toe to toe ,
with the demonds inside,
eating her inner mind,
as they enter threw her nose,
and her little girl starts to say,
I wanna be like mom one day,
and the visious cycle of life keeps spining.
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