Young brother I feel your pain, your hopelessness
It's in your eyes, even in your playfulness
I see you're hangin' on the corner in the cove
(?) like, why're you going home?
I shoot ball in park, with nothing to do,
sometime you stay till dark.
You spend your days (?) getting hijacked over pain
But nobody, never holds back the reins
The way society treats you is so unfair

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