I see too much on a daily basis
can't put a name to all the faces
a lot of souls on caseloads
mishandle and under control
rebellious and ready to go
but...where, what? back to the hole
they crawled out of
it takes a strong mind
coz, it's a thin line
on a short fuse
no one cares about doing time
if they have nothing to lose
I see the blues and the reds too
not talking bout, gang issues
referring to moods and attitudes
sometimes looking down at my shoes
I see their untied, strings are loose
baggy attire, worn out Levis
I dare to have a dream in the mist
of those who scream out loud
I dare not whisper an ounce of silence