Young Hearts

When young hearts are broken unsure where to turn to Just judged on complexion or subject to curfews We're put in this box callous terms they refer to These riots they prove people hate feeling worthless At least this discussion has come to the surface I'm asking for your ears, young black minds yeah they're asking for your ears There's the trauma in our lives we never asked for all these tears Being stopped and searched for nothing adds a complex to your fears I'm lying awake at night these memories they're printed here Recounting all these incidents when we're treated like some dissidents it's fucked Cos most of us we're full of love And only want these opportunities to finally rise above But man the house it always wins so yeah it's hard to make the cut I'm tryna analyse whilst smokin' blunts, I'm tryna make my mum proud of her son I'm tryna put aside all of these barriers with focus and with stamina And show the fuckin' people we belong cos we no longer have to run The movement yeah it's strong protect our daughters and our sons Educating in the present before the future has begun Before the future has begun When young hearts are broken unsure where to turn to Just judged on complexion or subject to curfews We're put in this box callous terms they refer to These riots they prove people hate feeling worthless At least this discussion has come to the surface When young hearts are broken unsure where to turn to Just judged on complexion or subject to curfews We're put in this box callous terms they refer to I'm asking for your strength, young black souls yeah they're asking for your strength If you sat and heard the stories yeah it's hard to comprehend If I wanted to be candid I could write these with my pen But this ain't about myself, yeah this issue it transcends My heart is always open for the people I defend and yeah that's white or black or anyone Come see this through our lens It's never picture perfect the exposure can offend But the ones who act like that would rather turn and then pretend That these problems don't exist? Or that they're thought up in our heads? How can one be so offensive? I hope this thinking doesn't spread Shows the battle's far from done I'm hoping for a day where humans merge all into one Walk together in the sun Instead of fighting in the rain The fact that there's division drives so many minds insane Why can't we all just live our lives on equal plains? Instead of wondering if the hate will come Again, cos we're tired of all this pain We're tired of all this pain When you heart are broken unsure where to turn to Just judged on complexion or subject to curfews We're put in this box callous terms they refer to These riots they prove people hate feelings worthless At least this discussion has come to the surface