Trouble

What's a generation of rebellious minds
That's addicted to drugs gonna do with their time?
Just pay hommige to irrelevant shrines
Kids run amok commit felenous crimes
While masterminds are abolishing mankind
Bad man manufacture the land mine
F*** that I kick back and plan mine
Don't call me on the landline it's a bad time
I got trouble on my mind
Always struggle to find somebody to trust
Just a clandestine I can't abandon why
Because this must be that family vibe so
Collect call the calamity line
But never whinge to me when it's anarchy time
'Cos i'll be hanging with mine when the agony blinds
All forms and colours, all shapes and size Trouble, on my soul
Break it down like rubble, on
Got no self control
This trouble has got to go

First fall head first to earth in the aftermath
Of what a murder is worth you couldn't ask me that
But words serve their purpose, are first to surface
Worthless, still birth some
Still genetic short circuit [?] verse
Brain bubbles cause troubles got stuck in the
It's about time you got what you fucking deserve

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