Emotion of Dismay

Some crimes are relentless.
Some crimes are brutal.
Some crimes are an influence.
Some crimes are unsaid.

But the real crime is hate and disdain
I remember being 1 of 3 all full of pain
for the first weeks of 8th grade life wasn't well.
oppression and drugs, to stay alive was hell.
No one wanted to help anyone, everyone was stuck.
A repetitive cycle my clique was just all out of luck.

But when light gets the darkest it is easy to see,
Your acquaintances will be there, I will guarantee
So now its a good thing to break your way out?
So now its a good thing to break your way out.

Oppression was the bane of our existence,
A suffering dysfuntional juvenile resistance.
Disregarded the opium needles and people on the floor,
Parents gone for weeks some around no more
We were on our own and fended for no one else.
But it turned for worse, one of us in Jail.

But when light gets the darkest it is easy to see,
Your acquaintances will be there, I will guarantee
So now its a good thing to break your way out?
So now its a good thing to break your way out.

There where those who saw the two of us as vulnerable,
weak on one our last limb un-open to change, unstable.
But we blew to the side those who treated us as different.
What ever it was, we would not be alarmed in this way
What we stand for we will always represent.
Till theres no more breath, on our very last day.

But when light gets the darkest it is easy to see,
Your acquaintances will be there, I will guarantee
So now its a good thing to break your way out?
So now its a good thing to break your way out.

Respect that.