Dark as night,
bright as day.
Oh the things,
we throw away.

You know that ****?
thinks he's better than the rest.
Well deep down inside,
he's really just a mess.

There's that girl,
who passes without a try.
There's a girl with two jobs,
just trying to get by.

If only we saw,
if only we knew.
Who these people are,
the hell they go through.

That **** you know,
gets pressured every night.
His friends always ask,
"Hey man, you got a light?"

That girl in school,
who passes without a try.
Well did you know she hurts?
that every night she cries?

And the girl with two jobs,
has no time of her own.
Depressed to the core,
with the scars to show.

When you walk down the sreet,
what do you see.
Smiles upon faces,
masking the pain beneath.

If only we saw,
if only we knew.
Who these people are,
the hell they go through.

Imagine Wall Street being a corner store
Instead of chasing pavements, you chase pipe dreams dirt poor
Slowly reminiscing ******* in cups
Cause you don't have a *** to **** in
Your home is the streets
Your clothes come from the streets
Your shoes come from Tyrone down the sreet-
cause his parents can afford to replace them
Stealing cars every night
******* broads who give you the green light
Your friends are whinos
Your brother's a crackhead
Family dinner never happens