My generation scares me

And I’m afraid to claim them

They have blood on their hands

They’re murderers

 

Headstones have big brothers names on them

Kids are playing game and the stakes are high

An eye for an eye and I’ll take your life before you take mine

So pull the trigger of no return

 

There’s no sincerity in the reporter voice

Because this kid is just another name on a grave

Another kid lost to the streets

But hey that’s one less for the prison system

 

Young girls have the blood of unborn babies

 dripping from between their legs

With more abortions than graduations

 congratulations you’re a statistic

 

They were in love and he wanted nothing between them

he was trying to find his way to her bed so he filled her head with fairy tales

and promised to take her pain away but after the first time in  her bed things could never be the same

He was only 16 and just as scared as she was so he was gone when the plus sigh appeared

 

She’s crying and he’s not around to dry her tears

She will hate the baby growing in her womb, she will hand the baby over to her mother

Although her mother is too young to be called a grandmother

Someone has to raise the bastard child Now this baby will go up to be just like his father

 

But that’s life and we are all just trying to deal

You want that easy way out, I know this guy who has this pill

No you’re OK if you found another way to deal

Yeah go ahead push that needle in your arm

Let me help you find a vein

 

There will be one less whore on the streets tonight

But that is only for tonight because there are 10 more to take your place

Girls turning tricks because they fell in love with a guy who promised them the world

 

 

But that’s ok he’s from a broken home and views as women as the objects because his addict of a mother was’t there no father around to teach him how to be a man

In his grandmother was too sweet to raise her hand he is wild

Lost in a world that turns their head of the children they the forget that the children are our future

 

So America how do you like your future?

Is it fake enough yet?

Eight 10 20, how long must her be before she can be declared pretty

C d z how big is big enough, girls are filling their breast with silicone and saline

Daughters are turning into Barbie’s before our eyes

 

You think it’s cute to see toddlers in tiaras?  Well stick that tiara where the sun don’t shine because my little sister is beautiful and she does’t need to be dipped in plastic. When will we stop sexualizing little girls?

 

It’s sad that her biggest ambition is to be a vixen she wants to dance in the videos

She thinks a complement to be called a hoe but what does she know

She not learning in school when she chooses to go the teachers gave up years ago

 

I'm filling out college applications and she says she not going, but she is my best friend and I'm not leaving her behind she is my future and I am running out of time

Listen to me America I am your daughter and my generation is your creation so we are not to blame

You but sex and drugs on TV and you told me Barbie was pretty

Someone could have taught us to love instead of hurt, or that babies would be tons of work

Someone could have taught that boy how to be a man

I just do not understand

My generation scares me and I do not know how much longer we can stand