Walking past my old grammar school wishing I were there

The teacher's gave their time to us and let us know that they cared

Now I'm up in High School wishing I were at home

The teachers they don't care about us 

They just wish that we'd go

They can care less if we end up in juevy or dead

Because to them we're just another digit in their paycheck so they can pay rent

But yet...

 

The world keeps spinning

And kids keep dying 

We claim we're trying 

How can we call this surviving

 

I was labled as a trouble maker ever since birth

I lived it up to its fullest potential even though I knew it was a curse

I broke my mother's heart 

Made her cry every night

Even made her as God why I choose this life

I didn't feel any pain 

Didn't shed a single tear 

Even though I knew my gangster life was my mother's biggest fear

One day while I was living my fast pace life

My mother came to me and asked me why I choose a life without strife

I just looked her in the eyes and said...

 

Because the world keeps spinning

And kids keep dying

We claim we're trying

How can I call this surviving

 

Now a days it's easier for a child to find dope than it is for them to find hope

They've become strangers in their own homes

Trying to shelter themselves from a world of drugs, per pressure, and molestation 

But quickly discovering the world is made up of bad decisions and hesitation

Hesitation on whether or not you should hold out your hand to person in need

Because after all it's none of your buisness and you just don't have time to perform a good dead

You have babies making babies

And teenagers roaming the streets

Trying to sell their bodies for something to eat

If it's none of your business when a child's in need 

Than please tell me who's buisness it is so these children in sufferage can be freed

Until then...

 

The world keeps spinning 

And kids keep dying

Everyone has given up on trying

How dare we call this surviving