We build too many walls that our voices still echo of poverty and desperation
Where tall walls block the way out of this corrupt place we call home
Where our mothers are left to hide our innocent faces from fathers who neglect us
And we only see the rage and anger in their eyes
Of what this cruel system has put us in
We look at our fathers and mothers
who have to overwork themselves to give us education
Where the brick-layer feeds us false promises
of imaginary bridges to a better place
but still keeps the youth of tomorrow masked in fear
of raising their voices for better fees and education
People keep telling us that we, the youth
Are the future of this broken home
Yet they fail to give us the tools to help us fix the cracks