4:48 PSYCHOSIS

Children of the night
Only some will star the sky
Only believers in death will die
And fathers must feather the wings of women
For the un-feathered masses dangle ridculous
Carrying crosses through violence filled tombs
The future sells silence through blood rivered wombs.
-Saul Williams
The thing is we all grow up.
Settle down, get married, have kids, watch TV.
But when you were young, and before the system
had got to you, you really believed you were something.
Something special.
And it wasn't the Teachers, Government or Social Workers
who told us we could do anything we wanted with our
lives.
It was bands that attracted a rag tag army of kids who
showed their allegiance by flicking a big 'V' sign to
anyone who reckoned we were condemned to a life of dole
queues and decaying council estates.
Nothing has more potential and possibilities than
youth itself.
And those who choose to condemn kids to life's scrap heap, don't deserve to be running a raffle,
yet alone the country. They are the low life. Not us.
-Skins