They said we would grow.
With all the knowledge we could ever know given to us,
they said we would grow.
But brought up at the wrong hands, by the cool concrete of the streets all they learned was hate. A child born with no father, he searches for love in all the wrong places, in unfriendly faces on the pretense that that gun would make him a man. So he keeps gunning, and we keep running from any possibility that this was our child substituting moral value for gang signs and doin time in the name of an Unknown Brother -- never knowing who to really trust. Never stopping to think about why the words "we are all created equal" equals violence in our streets for each unlike family and each inhumanity that sways us; those false promises and lies that plays us. Brought up at the wrong hands, the cool concrete now creeping on us, they said we would grow. They said we would grow.
