To the Bloods, Crips, 5th street gang, etc...you are loved.
In a rage they stand In a world gone mad Tight fisted lives of heartache Living in this land In their worn out jeans With holes in the knees All the battles fought in empty lots we've never seen
Chorus: How many lives will be lost How many lives will be won Cause the kids are on the run
And all the planned out schemes And video machines Running through the night Chasing another dead end dream And all the idle time that just passed by They're unaware of the damage done The think they'll never, never, never die!
Bridge: They're reaching out for something This world cannot give and they're lashing out in anger Cause deep inside they want to live God the kids just want to live! live!
Has the script been read? Does the kid lie dead? To survive they do what they can just to stay ahead And the tragedy isn't hard to see The kids are just reflections Of everything they hear and everything they see
How many lives will be lost? How many lives will be lost? Tell me! Cause the kids are on the run The kids are on the run