Look at all those people livin' in those places the look of desparation's written on their faces no escape, no way out trapped in a circle of doubt are they happy? i don't know pocket your emptiness, what does it show? living, just living i've got a miss, i'm trapped on a map i'm tired to be something is god all there is? is god all there is? not much hope for any future no desire to recall the past lower standards of education hard to think when your stomach's empty procreation, no concious, no caution another one, look what's you've done soon another mouth to feed babies for income, you can't be doing that thoughts of many colors look at what they're saying territorial frustration there is a war zone inside this nation young man stands accused street light, nothing new filled with anger, filled with hatred the situation understated