All Those Kids

All the goodie kids livin-in-dah-hood,

The contaminants rot all the storybooks,

Parents don't give them their good-night-kiss like they should.

Broken family everyone got two jobs they'd be happy only if they could,

An old apartment living by a brook,

The river is a killer with the lives it's took.

All the teenagers snook

The kids found every nick and crook,

Those good kids are forgotten, cause they no longer good.

They grow up in this shit, broken down town can't even walk outside there house.

So much shame, so much crying.

Pleading to end the pain, settle the violence.

Now what they have grown into it a resemblance.