Children (feat. Anetra) by Tonedeff
Children lyrics (feat. Anetra)
Why Don�t You Fly On By/
If Your Flock Dives You�ll Die
Chorous:
You can get up under the wind and glide away/
The Sky is big enough for everybody.
You don�t have to live life the normal way/
Just Glide Your Own Way
Verse 1:
One day you�ll look back at your life and wonder, like
�what the fuck was I thinking�/
Puffing and drinking at seven � public delinquent/
Setting yourself up for nothing, just loving life,
cussing & beefing/
Without knowing what to believe in/
Or even care for that matter, cause you�re too young to
be hunting for reason/
When school days are your function of meeting/
And looking back on the days when the term �back in the
days� wasn�t existent/
You wonder if who you were is who you are this instant/
Cause when you�re 10 you�re not far from an infant/
Or when prom could be listed down as your longest
commitment/
Shit, time has a wicked sense of humor that�s harshly
sadistic/
It puts what you did wrong, in the distance by foggin
your senses/
I harbor resentment for bandwagons, and tailgators,
Braggart cats who ain�t graduate with a penchant for
brand-fashion
Little miss know it all bitches, and Bully-Ass bastards
with bad manners/
So, if you can�t stand it, let�s demand action/
Chorous:
You can get up under the wind and glide away/
The Sky is big enough for everybody.
You don�t have to live life the normal way/
Just Glide Your Own Way
Verse 2:
You see � hindsight is 20/20 as motherfucker/
Some people never learn from others, cause they love to
suffer/
I�m being real with y�all, I seldom bunch my tongue up/
Yet, to this day, I never had the balls to say �fuck�
in front my mother/
I�ve come to realize the world changes with every
summer/
Sundown to sun up, the seasons run out asunder/
I�ve seen the power of drugs, of greed and the violence
of guns/
And the people somehow get numb, as evil devours the
young,
With a feeble amount of love instilled in em,
Meanwhile even teachers don�t wanna build with �em/
But I realized that I can still hit em, and see inside
where the chill bit em/
With heat provided by a lil rhythm/
I seek to guide whoever�s grippin for wisdom, I�ll do
what I can/
Cause I wished I received a bit a this, but I was
doomed to withstand/
The unscrupulous manner In which I learned, with
ruthless abandon/
Now, due to demand� children behold the truth is at
hand/
See, them cats you hanging with now, is who you are/
And they�ll become their parents, so look at them and
decide if that�s who you wanna be/
Honestly, think about their qualities,/
You�re probably exhibiting parts of these people�s
behaviors chronically/
Call me a saint to warn ya � see that bitch that thinks
she�s the shit
At 15 with the heaving tits, the type kids would just
fiend to get/
Will end up pregnant before she hits community college,
broke and soon to be jobless
Abused by the dude she gets high with/
See, little girls believe every love is true and it�s
timeless/
Till they get fucked by �Mr. Cool� and guess who ends
up crying/
But guys ain�t no stranger to the forces of nature/
We�re only out for pussy, that�s why we split with no
good reason to break up/
Now, Mr. Popularity� is just that.
In 10 years, he�ll be Mr. Popularity with a bad job and
a mustasche/
So, fuck that socialite bullshit that they force upon
you/
Believe me, this is the exact course I�ve gone through.
Chorous:
You can get up under the wind and glide away/
The Sky is big enough for everybody.
You don�t have to live life the normal way/
Just Glide Your Own Way
Break:
Fly your own way � Do your own thing/
Fuck what they say � Follow your own swing/
Use your mind now � Don�t get swept up/
Use your time well � Don�t get kept up/
Live your own life � Get your taste right/
Find your own vibe � Fuck what they like
Don�t get caught up � Live in your own skin
Verse 3:
See, most motherfuckers are sheep, it was true then and
it still is/
Take away the uniforms, y�all will dress the same way
to fit in/
Nowadays I see ya� doing whatever you see on TV/
Media Brainwashed, buying a new trend every 3 weeks/
And you�re knee deep in cheap weed, liquor� there�s
even STD�s in pre-teens
It�s different now� So, fuck whatever we think/
Right? Well, ya might be. Things have only changed ever
so slightly/
Like� Same Jordans minus the swoosh from Nike/
I see it�s worse than ever. There�s no respect and no
thirst to endeavour/
Just kids that want to be first in the center/
With no work ethic � to earn their own personal
shelter,
Bursting with pent up aggression, these are the things
you observe as an elder/
Cause when you grow it hurts to stay inside your shell/
I�ll prolly rewrite this song in 20 years, and dedicate
it to myself/
I guess the jist of it is, that when you�re big, you�ll
just miss how you lived/
And when you�re a kid, you�ll just wish you were big/
So For now.
Chorus:
You can get up under the wind and glide away/
The Sky is big enough for everybody.
You don�t have to live life the normal way/
Just Glide Your Own Way
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