Young Hearts

When young hearts are broken unsure where to turn to
 Just judged on complexion or subject to curfews
 We're put in this box callous terms they refer to
 These riots they prove people hate feeling worthless
 At least this discussion has come to the surface
 I'm asking for your ears, young black minds yeah they're asking for your ears
 There's the trauma in our lives we never asked for all these tears
 Being stopped and searched for nothing adds a complex to your fears
 I'm lying awake at night these memories they're printed here
 Recounting all these incidents when we're treated like some dissidents it's fucked
 Cos most of us we're full of love
 And only want these opportunities to finally rise above
 But man the house it always wins so yeah it's hard to make the cut
 I'm tryna analyse whilst smokin' blunts, I'm tryna make my mum proud of her son
 I'm tryna put aside all of these barriers with focus and with stamina
 And show the fuckin' people we belong cos we no longer have to run
 The movement yeah it's strong protect our daughters and our sons
 Educating in the present before the future has begun
 Before the future has begun
 When young hearts are broken unsure where to turn to
 Just judged on complexion or subject to curfews
 We're put in this box callous terms they refer to
 These riots they prove people hate feeling worthless
 At least this discussion has come to the surface
 When young hearts are broken unsure where to turn to
 Just judged on complexion or subject to curfews
 We're put in this box callous terms they refer to
 I'm asking for your strength, young black souls yeah they're asking for your strength
 If you sat and heard the stories yeah it's hard to comprehend
 If I wanted to be candid I could write these with my pen
 But this ain't about myself, yeah this issue it transcends
 My heart is always open for the people I defend and yeah that's white or black or anyone Come see this through our lens
 It's never picture perfect the exposure can offend
 But the ones who act like that would rather turn and then pretend
 That these problems don't exist? Or that they're thought up in our heads?
 How can one be so offensive? I hope this thinking doesn't spread
 Shows the battle's far from done
 I'm hoping for a day where humans merge all into one
 Walk together in the sun
 Instead of fighting in the rain
 The fact that there's division drives so many minds insane
 Why can't we all just live our lives on equal plains?
 Instead of wondering if the hate will come
 Again, cos we're tired of all this pain
 We're tired of all this pain
 When you heart are broken unsure where to turn to
 Just judged on complexion or subject to curfews
 We're put in this box callous terms they refer to
 These riots they prove people hate feelings worthless
 At least this discussion has come to the surface