The world is a nice place to grow up,
If you don't mind a bit of poverty, hate and war,
Children crying on the streets, slowly dying, nothing to live for,
Bombs dropped on third world countries, no money to clear up the mess.
Starving babies out in the cold, money getting less and less.
Taxes on the uprise, murder in the news,
Prisons full to bursting, parents about to blow their fuse.
Tears cried for the departed, suicide and wasted lives,
Rape and Racism, hand in hand, at the root of this worlds demise.
Drugs controlling teenagers, a nation full of spite,
Bullying at school, drinking every Friday night,
Coming in wrecked and getting punished, though its not always us to blame,
Under the influence of our peers, imense inflictions of cruel pain,
Pregnant mothers abandoned through no fault of their own,
Homeless on the streets of London, yet they have no time to moan,
Theft is getting worse and worse you have to steal just to get by,
It hurts me to reflect on this for i have too many tears to cry,
Life hurts so bad at times you just wanna quit,
But why are we put on this earth? no reason except for surviving it,
Yes the world isn't to bad, if you can shovel through the shit,
This life was made for living,
And so I'm out here Living it.