Growing up in the fields
Battle won and pocket filled
I need to get up and take my little pills
Drunk dad hits the kids
Poor mom takes good care of them
Each day the world spins like every other
I don’t even know I feel
About all these spaces that the mankind fills
I don’t even know I feel
When I read about the Jews in the news
Lighting
Candles lit
A white wall placed in a war land
Police, politics,
Racism, Hate
And money make it start again
I don’t even know I feel
Every place with money also has kills
I don´t wanna make you feel
How is growing up in a wild field