You can hear the voices of our peers Being silenced, ignored, shunned and distorted. Staggering out of their bedroom doorways To the street corner to score a dime bag.
Bright, insightful kandi kids freezing In search of warmth from something to believe in Hopin’ those will encourage them To look forward to see another day.
Where our economy has made financial prudence clear The price tag of university tuition’s skyrocket The refused, the ones with hope But no money or scholarships; Tread the streets With the echoes of electro-house Pulsing in their skulls.
Those who strip themselves down And shred their own morals To scraps just to find themselves And to see their own limitations. Searching for answers to the unknown, To ascertain what they are, Who they are and why.
The bewilderment of adulthood, The abundance of pressure and responsibility. Awakened from nightmares of lost opportunities, Missed trains and lost contacts.
Everything went astray But hope crash in They wear the armour Facing the giants of their lives They conquered Became champions of this new generation!