Souls left behind…
Looking for a piece of mind.
Dreading cold mornings,
Bearing the pain
of an unknown generation.
Freedom of expression
has killed the love
for education.
Be the witness
of a dying generation.
Ruled by drugs, sex and money
sweet, tastes like honey.
Watch them swing their hips and curves.
Sister wake up.
Brothers are hypnotized
by the “african queen”.
“Repent Repent”,
mothers cry out.
We won’t listen.
We are the lost generation.