2014 Style Breakdown

Born in a neighborhood where crime is the law Mom dragged me out before I had learned to talk Out of the frying pan, into the flame Into a new hood where it all was the same Do children know when it's gone wrong? You'd never catch me singing the other kid's pained song 1997 style breakdown Everywhere you turned was a ghost town We're handing over the reigns of this land When nothing's left upon it but old sand Staring out into the empty blue sky I've got a thought and it's starting to terrify Fourteen more days and I'll finally know Am I a statistic or am I on my own? Do adults know when it's gone wrong? I've learned enough to write my own pained song 2014 styled breakdown I'm feeling lost and don't think I can be found I'm gripping onto what's left of my reigns I'm not ready to hand over these sandy plains My name is blank space for me to write Whatever I want instead If I'm not content with the man that I am My skin I know I can shed I'm bleeding again from what I've been put through The light of the sun is hot I'm sending another persona to be The messenger who gets shot Why am I writing all these names down? Who's God am I pretending to be? Is something growing somewhere safe in her self? Have I brought something forward from me? I'm sending to my prayers to whoever takes them That all of this fear will end I'm sick of not knowing what peace really means My good will is starting to bend Dream Is this all a dream? Oh, 2014 The worst that I've seen Now, scream Let me hear the scream Erupting from me As the light lost its gleam