Wild Ones

Now

Feet on the ground

You don’t make a sound

Cause no one ever seems to hear you out

Down,

We keep falling down

But don’t make a sound

Cause no one ever seems to help you out

We’re children lost and never seen

Nothing like the magazines

Raise your voice and lift a cry

This the way we’ll never die

So we do it for the rejects,

Do it for the wild ones

Do it for the people

Who can’t even find the words to say

When they’re not okay x2

You dropping out of everything that ever held you back.

She had a baby to feed, that’s why she absent in class.

Unsupportive father always beat her down as a child,

But shorty made it, who’s laughing now?

BITCH

Lil Johnny, he a thug.

Pocket full of drugs

And his momma not around so he started repping cuz.

Only 14, Johnny got into a fight.

Caught a body, now lil Johnny facing 25 to life.

Now that’s part of the story, but he never got to tell his side.

And motherfucker the revolution is televised.

For everybody from the struggle who ain’t never had a choice;

put your headphones in, I’ll be the voice.

I do it for the rejects,

Do it for the wild ones

Do it for the people

Who can’t even find the words to say

When they’re not okay x2