Little People (OST Blue Mountain State) (Замена масла) (исполнитель: The Procussions)

Envision a prison of age 
where the apparent disposition is out of [bad word] to live in a cage 
To its a appearance where decisions are made 
to not listen, and they got their fist in opposion to fair play 
must be in your soliction of rage 
you became a victim the same way 
the system that gave way 
inflictin the same pain 
you convicted and cant blame 
recondition your brain till you convince you cant change 
understand and be wishin 
family tradition wont end you in a position where you feel in the rein 
lonely without a home, cause now your childs lone 
wearin a milestone like its " ? " 
cryin we all alone 
hopin that god forgives you 
wonderin if you get too 
no one should have to live through 
the violence that you been through 
the fight thats still within you 
its time to make things right and free the child that lives within you 
 [bad word]  
Hear me 
See me 
do you even know im still breathing? 
I listen to the sounds of the tv 
the only thing that really wants to reach me 
Daddy listen 
Mommy please 
there must be a better way to raise me 
i yell untill my ears cant heare me 
into a silence that kills me 

There billy stands at twenty below 
grippin his coat that froze two hours ago 
" ? " 
7 year olds waitin 
takes another look at a picture that lost time painted 
put it away 
i cant look at it 
the [bad word] stings a little when u look at it 
we creatin a mold of bad habits 
when the teacher got eleven year olds that blast at em 
and the world tunes in just then 
listenin to every word that he shoulda heard at age ten 
that he wonders where it all began 
he could call you a father 
but couldnt really ever call you a friend 
you work hard to provide a home for good livin 
and you figured thats all you really had to give em now 
if you dont know much know this 
all work no play 
"?" no miss 
 [bad word]  
Hear me 
See me 
do you even know im still breathing? 
I listen to the sounds of the tv 
the only thing that really wants to reach me 
Daddy listen 
Mommy please 
there must be a better way to raise me 
i yell untill my ears cant heare me 
into a silence that kills 

it was once said that the grass with wither and the flowers will fall down 
and every man must pass when his number gets called 
but when a child takes his life that type of logic dont work out 
a flower never told to pluck its own petals out 
and throughout all the tears 
it gets so clear 
that the son i held dear 
i lost somewhere 
between my work passion and a childs size casket 
its hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashin 
his cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table 
and a white sheet stained with a mothers pain and grief 
and every day i wipe the faces filling the pain 
so another scape goat thats just filling the blame 
what kind of man am i? 
what kind of mother were you? 
what kind of life did we subject a child too? 
wishin i woulda listened 
couldve probably seen whose prayin for salvation that a soul could sure use 
 [bad word]  
Hear me 
See me 
do you even know im still breathing? 
I listen to the sounds of the tv 
the only thing that really wants to reach me 
Daddy listen 
Mommy please 
there must be a better way to raise me 
i yell untill my ears cant heare me 
into a silence that kills
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