[Verse 1] Young boys, young girls walking the streets, Trying to convey the message, the world never sleeps. A gang rolls up with a nod and a grin, “Hold this little man — you’re trap and locked in.” Crash, bang, surprise — another mother cries, Another kid missing while the city shuts its eyes. They say it’s just trouble, “that’s how these youts behave,” But no one sees the chains that these children are enslaved. [Hook — 2 lines] Kids on the line - getting lost in the grind, If you knew what they know, it would shatter your mind. [Verse 2] Every day goes by, yet another surprise, People keep on talking but no one will sympathise. They’re told they owe money for drugs they never lost, A trick of the trade - but only they know the real cost. He’s sleeping in trap houses, floorboards for beds, Phone buzzing nonstop, orders drilled in his head. He’s twelve years old, but they call him “big man,” Running county lines for a boss with a plan. [Hook — 2 lines] Kids on the line getting lost in the grind, If you knew what they carried, it would shatter your mind. [Verse 3] Now he’s locked in a room with a window too small, Secure care home walls trying to break his fall. Staff say they’re helping, but he don’t trust a soul, He’s been groomed to believe that control is control. He thinks the gang’s waiting, thinks he still owes the debt, Thinks the drugs “went missing,” though he never saw the threat. He’s pacing in circles, heart stuck in the past, Doesn’t know he’s safe now — trauma’s holding him fast. They’re offering support, but he’s braced for attack, Every kindness feels fake, every smile feels a trap. He’s a child in a system built to pick up the pieces, But he can’t see the lifeline — only the leash that never ceases. [Hook — 2 lines] Kids on the line - getting lost in the grind, If you knew what they know, it would shatter your mind. [Verse 4] The government’s panicking at laws we don’t keep, But the message they give isn’t hard, it isn’t deep. They talk about crime like it’s something kids choose, But these kids never asked for a life they may lose. We’re just trying to survive as the streets consume, Let’s remember they’re children — not soldiers of doom. Before you judge their path or the things they do, Look closer at the system — it could’ve been me. or you.
