Vers 1 We came to this world, butt naked and innocent Couldn’t speak a word, just fed by the environment Trying to get along and blend, little men, Some have a loving family, some learn morality. Some are born poor but free, Some with a dark destiny, Fed hate, seeking love, they can’t escape their fate, turn cold Raised by a crack whore, with no daddy, Killed robbing a drugstore ,tyrell was four Too bad he’d never seen him before, Just another story from the trailer park, Nothing special, another neglected little heart. ⸻ Chorus One love missing, two hearts gone Different stories but the pain is one Behind steel , the night feels long Still we wonder where we belong ⸻ Vers 2 On the top of the hill, behind gates and money, Lives this perfect little family, Perfect picture, but he don’t look happy, little Victor, Daddy always missing, mommy busy hiding, drinking, maid’s paid for caring, but after five she’s leaving. He needs love, but he’s got toys and games, Protected, but no love, no friends, Soon he finds a way to calm his pain Pills, alcohol, and Cocaine. On the top of the hill it’s shiny But in a way, it’s the same, A kid from the hill, or a kid from the gutter, one punk and one motherfucker, in the eyes of any other, in the joint they found a brother. ⸻ Chorus One love missing, two hearts gone Different stories but the pain is one Behind steel , the night feels long Still we wonder where we belong ⸻ Vers 3 Two lost souls in a prison cell, One born with a silver spoon, one on welfare in hell, Victor and Tyrell. Victor, high on drugs, killed a stranger walking , He fell asleep behind the wheel, didn’t mean to kill, Just on his way from a drug deal, What happened to that kid? He was so cute, In his little Armani suit. It’s hard to tell But it didn’t go any better for Tyrell, Three strikes and a lifetime in a cell, One for selling rocks, one for letting his gun go pop, stealing a warm coat, and last beating his mama’s pimp with a bat, for being a dirty rat. Just another story from the pen, Where all is lost and there’s nothing to win, Too late, sealed fates, Just two statistics on the crime rate. ⸻ Chorus One love missing, two hearts gone Different stories but the pain is one Behind steel, the night feels long Still we wonder where we belong
