Oppressed Kids Lyrics

Yeah

Through all the trouble

All the muck

All the yuck shit

Out of the rubble

Comes the fuck

Comes the fuck this

Two middle fingers

Stick 'em up

Put 'em up quick

Fuck all the bullshit

That we always have to deal with

Uh

It's all there to test us

See what we can handle

See if we can stand up

There's always two routs

Is it pain and then drugs?

Is it gonna be that time

We don't get up

Huh?

Do we just sit down and

Look around and frown and

Put a blade to the skin?

Or do we man up and grin

Pick our self up and win

Beat down on the situation

It ain't fair that we have been placed in

Fucked-up surroundings

Yet we still have groundings

To go pound the ground in

Fuck feeling so outta place

Fuck being a waste of space

No-one chooses their origins

Oh yeah?

But the problem is

It's hard to overcome this

Yeah, let me tell you a little bit about what happened to me when I was eighteen

I found myself in the psych ward

Overcome by psychosis

Paranoid by the lights or

Anything that approaches

All alone with no high cause

Just my fucked-up meiosis

Had no reason for bright thoughts

Just had reason to throw this

But it's funny

When you're down so low

There ain't no more

Low to go bro

And it's something

That you never once thought

That life would

Throw a low blow

But it is so relentless

Efforts to mend this

Seem like slow-mo

But you've gotta just use that low

To project one to go pro

Use the real lows

To give you depth for growth

Use the lessons learnt

To outsmart those in business clothes

Use the hardships

To solidify your stance

And use that shit you've seen

To become mean

And put 'em in a trance

Yo

This is the rise-up

Of the oppressed kids of society

Being the messed-up un-importants

Lights our fires g

Fuelling the anger and hate

Is great if you ain't beside me

But if you're in my way

Then lay down

Or I'll fire thee