Kids Lyrics – Tom MacDonald

I don’t wanna raise kid’s in this place, it’s unsafe too dangerous
If they ain’t gay by grade 6th, then they get shamed for they straightness
Got a Facebook on they IPhone full of pedophiles and rapists
Every little boy sees free porn, every little girl wants a face lift
Every little kid in the entire world just wants another kid that they can play with
But society taught them to hate one another, convincing kids the world’s racist
We’re incubating generations who don’t care if they ain’t getting famous
So they Dancing alone in they room for some likes while the park‘s and the
Playgrounds are vacant and it’s our fault
Yeah it’s our bad we done dropped a ball on being moms and dad’s
Let the woke thing go too far too fast
Now the kid’s brainwashed in the paper mass
They’re attacking the youth and it’s part of the plan
Fact checking truth until lies are the facts
Send them to school, someone shoot up the class
If kids are the future, it’s dead

Back in my day, we played in the street, we end up back in my place and hit
The trampoline
Back in my day, bikes in driveways, kids were just kids back in 1993
Back in my day, with cable TV, Nintendo 64, Water Guns and Sunny D
Back in my day, pizza Friday, kids were just kids back in 1993

I don’t wanna raise kids in this place if Doctors giving teenage kids bottles full
Of medications and free genital mutilation, every rapper saved on they playlist
Got a gold chain and take pain pills, kids imitate it till they in the grave and
They parents pray till they pain heals
Habits get reinforce, half of all marriages end in divorce
And the children who watch it repeat the same pattern (?)

Broken homes turn to broken streets
Broken neighborhoods turn to broken cities
Need to break the cycle, I won’t raise a child in a broken world full of
Fu*king diddys and its our fault, yeah it’s our bad
We done dropped a ball on being moms and dads
Let the woke thing go too far too fast

Now the kid’s brainwashed in the paper mass

They’re attacking the youth and it’s part of the plan
Fact checking truth until lies are the facts
Send them to school, someone shoot up the class
If kids are the future, it’s dead

Back in my day, we played in the street, we end up back in my place and hit
The trampoline
Back in my day, bikes in driveways, kids were just kids back in 1993
Back in my day, with cable TV, Nintendo 64, Water Guns and Sunny D
Back in my day, pizza Friday, kids were just kids back in 1993

Back when I was young, parents didn’t bite they tongue
Did the best they could to raise a kid who knew right from wrong
But that time is gone, we don’t raise them quiet as strong
Addicted to they phones brainwash cause it lies to them

Back in my day, we played in the street, we end up back in my place and hit
The trampoline
Back in my day, bikes in driveways, kids were just kids back in 1993
Back in my day, with cable TV, Nintendo 64, Water Guns and Sunny D
Back in my day, pizza Friday, kids were just kids back in 1993