[Chorus: Frank, An Average Rapper]
Believe the media, the schools, your vice/
The mega churches, you're worthless in God's eyes/
But don't ask questions/
You've entered Generation Y/Why/
Why?/
[Verse 1: Kyle Thomas]
Feels like I'm hiding in my own shadow/
Something inside me wants to do battle/
Telling me my past is gonna be my future/
That kid in line might be the next shooter/
So should I just be nice to commuters?/
Wage war in this age of computers?/
My thoughts wander, my soul soothed/
My mind ponders, inspired by truth/
Trying to find peace in the grace of a dancer/
Trying to find God while he's dying of cancer/
Spending lifetimes finding conclusions/
Knowing that this will not end the confusion/
Don't beg your pardon, want your opinion/
Want your communion, don't see your vision/
Just leave this place, please leave me in quiet/
Think I'm the problem? I can't deny it/
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2: Frank, An Average Rapper]
Condemned to heaven at seven years old/
Knows lessons on prayer life and unleavened bread/
Remembers the whole rite, could recite it blindfolded/
In the back row pew down by all of his friends/
But seeds of doubt begin the spiral/
To simpler worlds, no "Hail Marys" and Bibles/
Then he sees what has happened/
He's a creature of habit, baptized before he was Baptist/
His thoughts are now fogged with blackness/
Because all of his questions don't have answers/
But we don't search for sheep gone missing/
Just call him teen who has lost to the system/
But don't worry, these stories are fables/
Blind eyes been turned, only tears are from angels/
A lost soul becomes a statistic/
The point, we missed it/