Sidewalk

We got, kids droppin' out of school
We got, ten year old's killin' themselves
We got, mom and dad's hittin' their crack
We got, young people who don't know how to act

I gotta say it

We're fucked up, in the head
We're playing, so are you dead?
We're like machines, we've lost control
We're like martyrs, we've got no soul

Well paint me a place where the money comes free
Well shine a light on a street that doesn't corrupt dreams
Well dial a number to a place that can save me
Well pick up the needle and forget that you hate these things

We got, people rapin' and keeping captive
We got, a few who've lost their mind
We got, a violent politician
We got, hate on a mission

I gotta say it

We're fucked up, in the head
We're playing, so are you dead?
We're like machines, we've lost control
We're like martyrs, we've got no soul

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