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

Yeah we’re tired of all this pain

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