歌词：
these kids trapped in a struggle
　　nowhere to head at night
　　hair full of trouble is all that they’re getting
　　and nobody knows tha suffering they go thru
　　and u wouldnt believe em if they told you
　　trapped in a struggle
　　nowhere to head at night
　　hair full of trouble is all that they’re getting
　　and nobody knows tha suffering they go thru
　　and u wouldnt believe em if they told you
　　verse1:
　　so many songs, so many times
　　tha world had to hear so many rhymes
　　about how life is for strugglers
　　minority groups, kids with single mothers
　　young hommy’s turn hustlers, stealing for money
　　it’s kinda funny how tha crime rate is so high
　　in suburbs where family ties are low, n suicides on tha rise
　　oh why - so many die coz in their eyes
　　tha mistake they made, cant be erased tha only way out is to take their life
　　n if they dont do it sudden then they do it slowly
　　polluting themselves with drugs, because they on this world lonely
　　so we as a nation just class em as a waste of space
　　n if they dont help the economy then strip em naked
　　put em on tha streets n make sure tha police hate em
　　n feed tha public phony information on tha evening news
　　“kids may bomb police stations, to get at tha boys in blue“
　　this song goes out to tha whole justice system
　　instead of listening to tha kids with tha problems
　　you just tick them off more
　　until these kids in prison or dead before they 24
　　chorus:
　　these kids trapped in a struggle
　　nowhere to head at night
　　hair full of trouble is all that they’re getting
　　and nobody knows tha suffering they go thru
　　and u wouldnt believe em if they told you
　　verse 2:
　　you probably heard tha news about tha 14 year old kid
　　who went to woodridge to get a stick but got his neck slit
　　what youll expect in, tha situation that he was facing
　　with all of these expectations he just wanted to get wasted
　　but tha mistake he made was fatal.
　　what about my mate who put a rope around his neck
　　but he choked to death instead coz tha fall never broke his neck
　　see both of them, were trapped in a struggle none of us could comprehend
　　tha younger was in need of weed, tha other had problems with his head
　　now theyre both dead, and tha same thing happens time n time again
　　kids dying all tha time n leave us asking “why my friend“
　　n then there is those who run away from home
　　live on tha streets n chrome
　　cant deal with tha pain of tha world so they get stoned
　　sit in a zone, become known as tha local drones
　　with low vocal tones, they communicate with hopeless groans
　　n nobody knows they came from broken homes
　　plus to us their just emotionless clones
　　and tha pain plagues their brains they cant maintain healthy lives
　　change is all but easy, a life of crime is all but nice
　　plus life isnt worth living unless ya given tha chance to fight
　　drugs might not be tha answer, but who knows wrong from right
　　when ya parents drinks 2 whole bottles
　　of wine, n puts tha hose in tha coke bottle,
　　a lot of tha time, kids dont know any different
　　it’s like they losing their minds, cant get a hold of their visions
　　think theyre doing just fine, but they still in the struggle
　　yeah tha kids of this time, in a whole lotta trouble
　　if you in trouble, jump over that puddle
　　some where out there someone really loves you,
　　loves you like you never been loved, yeah,
　　loves you like you’ve never been loved
　　chorus:
　　these kids trapped in a struggle
　　nowhere to head at night
　　hair full of trouble is all that they’re getting
　　and nobody knows tha suffering they go thru
　　and u wouldnt believe em if they told you