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An Adress To
Forsooth, this wilted flower of youth
That shows us the forgotten truth
That the young should be treasured, beloved and protected
Not spurned, hunted, feared and rejected
They say we’re all sloth’s we’re lazy we’re louts
And our parents clamour to know our whereabouts
They say we don’t know about hard graftin’
They say were too fat and worry we’re too thin
Whatever we do is never right
They shut us in darkness, while we wish for the light
They use us as scapegoats and targets, the fools
Believing they can shape us and make us their tools
But now it is time for a change
Things don’t need to stay the same
So yell it on the rooftops yell it on the street
Scream it in your bedrooms, rap it on the beat
Show the authority
What you really can be
Dream the biggest dreams while you’re awake
Charge forward blindly, don’t bother to wait
When you step back you age, step forward stay young
Don’t cry, live your life and try to have fun.
