Lyrics: Damien Savoy
Music: Damien Savoy
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
When they're not okay
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 mother****er 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
When they're not okay