When we are born, we are young, we grow old then we die.
Everything eventually ends just like eating a pie.
I take a step into my end days to talk about my young skin
There’s a drastic change I can hear, see, think and feel
With all these lotions and trends its hard to be real,
Am fighting on the inside but I pretend to be still
When we were young, white was white and black was black
People went out to hustle and never came back in black
Look at our generation there’s a massive attack
Much is missing, there’s a lot of dignity we lack
When we were young, kids had fun in each others company
The moon was meant for dancing and reaching out to family
Real friendship was built on trusting you and me
And people were well dressed for the homilies.
When we were young life was fun or at least so they said
And love to all and hate none was the trend
Then, beauty in skin and deep made it blend
Unlike the results of bleaching it to the end
When we were young; that life is imaginary
But unlike today’s youth, so revolutionary
Don’t care what place they occupy on the family tree
They not alone, I still see that part in a lot of me.
I walk balk to my today, young as ever
Not bothering wether or not it will last forever
Cos we still young and so full of life
Not giving a damn to a single word of advice
Taking all we are told by the old as lies
It’s a cold world so we do all we can to survive.
Cos we still young and our backs haven’t bent down
Yet we can’t see the future cos our heads are bent down
Following the trends, destroying the planet, cutting the trees down,
I wish for a moment this generation could just slow down.