Tonedeff - Children lyrics

One day you'll look back at your life and wonder, like "what the f** was I thinking"/ Puffing and drinking at seven – public delinquent/ Setting yourself up for nothing, just loving life, cussing & beefing/ Without knowing what to believe in/ Or even care for that matter, cause you're too young to be hunting for reason/ When school days are your function of meeting/ And looking back on the days when the term 'back in the days' wasn't existent/ You wonder if who you were is who you are this instant/ Cause when you're 10 you're not far from an infant/ Or when prom could be listed down as your longest commitment/ sh**, time has a wicked sense of humor that's harshly sadistic/ It puts what you did wrong, in the distance by foggin your senses/ I harbor resentment for bandwagons, and tailgators, Braggart cats who ain't graduate with a penchant for brand-fashion Little miss know it all b**hes, and Bully-Ass ba*tards with bad manners/ So, if you can't stand it, let's demand action/ You see – hindsight is 20/20 as motherf**er/ Some people never learn from others, cause they love to suffer/ I'm being real with y'all, I seldom bunch my tongue up/ Yet, to this day, I never had the balls to say 'f**' in front my mother/ I've come to realize the world changes with every summer/ Sundown to sun up, the seasons run out asunder/ I've seen the power of d**, of greed and the violence of guns/ And the people somehow get numb, as evil devours the young, With a feeble amount of love instilled in em, Meanwhile even teachers don't wanna build with 'em/ But I realized that I can still hit em, and see inside where the chill bit em/ With heat provided by a lil rhythm/ I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I can/ Cause I wished I received a bit a this, but I was doomed to withstand/ The unscrupulous manner In which I learned, with ruthless abandon/ Now, due to demand… children behold the truth is at hand/ See, them cats you hanging with now, is who you are/ And they'll become their parents, so look at them and decide if that's who you wanna be/ Honestly, think about their qualities,/ You're probably exhibiting parts of these people's behaviors chronically/ Call me a saint to warn ya – see that b**h that thinks she's the sh** At 15 with the heaving tits, the type kids would just fiend to get/ Will end up pregnant before she hits community college, broke and soon to be jobless Abused by the dude she gets high with/ See, little girls believe every love is true and it's timeless/ Till they get f**ed by 'Mr. Cool' and guess who ends up crying/ But guys ain't no stranger to the forces of nature/ We're only out for p**y, that's why we split with no good reason to break up/ Now, Mr. Popularity… is just that. In 10 years, he'll be Mr. Popularity with a bad job and a mustasche/ So, f** that socialite bullsh** that they force upon you/ Believe me, this is the exact course I've gone through. Fly your own way – Do your own thing/ f** what they say – Follow your own swing/ Use your mind now – Don't get swept up/ Use your time well – Don't get kept up/ Live your own life – Get your taste right/ Find your own vibe – f** what they like Don't get caught up – Live in your own skin See, most motherf**ers are sheep, it was true then and it still is/ Take away the uniforms, y'all will dress the same way to fit in/ Nowadays I see ya… doing whatever you see on TV/ Media Brainwashed, buying a new trend every 3 weeks/ And you're knee deep in cheap weed, liquor… there's even STD's in pre-teens It's different now… So, f** whatever we think/ Right? Well, ya might be. Things have only changed ever so slightly/ Like… Same Jordans minus the swoosh from Nike/ I see it's worse than ever. There's no respect and no thirst to endeavour/ Just kids that want to be first in the center/ With no work ethic – to earn their own personal shelter, Bursting with pent up aggression, these are the things you observe as an elder/ Cause when you grow it hurts to stay inside your shell/ I'll prolly rewrite this song in 20 years, and dedicate it to myself/ I guess the jist of it is, that when you're big, you'll just miss how you lived/ And when you're a kid, you'll just wish you were big/ So For now. Chorus: Why Don't You Fly On By/ If Your Flock Dives You'll Die You can get up under the wind and glide away/ The Sky is big enough for everybody. You don't have to live life the normal way/ Just Glide Your Own Way.