Some of them come now

Some of the running

Some of them looking for fun

Some of them looking for away out of confusion

Some of them don't know where to be

Some of them don't know where to go

Some of them trust their instincts

That somethings missing from the show

Some don't fit society

Their insides are crying low

Some of them teachers squashed the flame

'Fore it had a chance to grow

Some of them embers still glow

Them charcoal hushed and low

Some of them come with hunger supressed

Not fed them feel the death blow yo

Young man control in your hand

Slam your fist on the table

And make your demand

Take a stand

Fan a fire for the flame of the youth

Got the freedom to choose

You better make the right move

Young man the power's in your hand

Slam your fist on the table and make your demand

You better make the right move

Youth is the engine of the world

Storm the halls of vanity

Focus your energy

Into a laser beam

Streaming shattered light

Unites to pierce between the seams

And it seems

The world open peering

The children see

Rapid fire for your mind

Half a truth is just a lie

They rub me the wrong way

They say their way or fall behind

Seventeen disconnect left out

The concept as to why

There's a spiritual emptiness

So the youth them get vexed

Skip class and get wrecked

Feel with beer and cigarettes

To fill the hole in their chest