The youth are our future
Trading in dreams and cars
Selling their souls for prison bars
Trying to earn stripes
So quick to take a life
The youth are our future
What future really remains
Guns and drugs
Confidence rests within the waist line
So quick to shoot
Your words are few
The youth are our future
So death awaits
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